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Who: Warrick, Otamamon, [OPEN]
What: First digiworld hospitalisation.
When: 18 June.
Where: Neon City hospital
It was probably about time, really. So far it had been Greg and Nick, but Warrick had almost never wound up in the hospital--he was due for it. It still wasn't nice to wake up there with a groan and wonder where the hell he was. For a moment, he forgot he wasn't even in Las Vegas; he just blinked up at the ceiling, wondering what the hell he'd done to wind up there.
Then--"RICK! YOU'RE AWAKE! RICK!"
Something bounced onto his bed and he huffed a groan, turning his head to look blearily at Otamamon. "Thought you were a dream fer a moment there, Taddie," he mumbled.
The mon pouted, but the expression didn't last long beneath his grin. "You're okay! They said you'd be okay but I still wasn't sure and now you're okay and you probably won't even have to been here for long and--"
Warrick cut him off with a hand over his mouth, chuckling a little, admittedly breathlessly, and letting out a sigh, closing his eyes. "'Sup? Anyone--been around?" His stomach clenched a little; surely Nick would have been, but even Nick had been strangely--cavalier--as he rescued him. As if he was used to it. And the others ... well, Greg had some case or other he was on, but he would have sworn that the others were ignoring him. To be honest ... he had no idea what to think anymore.
What: First digiworld hospitalisation.
When: 18 June.
Where: Neon City hospital
It was probably about time, really. So far it had been Greg and Nick, but Warrick had almost never wound up in the hospital--he was due for it. It still wasn't nice to wake up there with a groan and wonder where the hell he was. For a moment, he forgot he wasn't even in Las Vegas; he just blinked up at the ceiling, wondering what the hell he'd done to wind up there.
Then--"RICK! YOU'RE AWAKE! RICK!"
Something bounced onto his bed and he huffed a groan, turning his head to look blearily at Otamamon. "Thought you were a dream fer a moment there, Taddie," he mumbled.
The mon pouted, but the expression didn't last long beneath his grin. "You're okay! They said you'd be okay but I still wasn't sure and now you're okay and you probably won't even have to been here for long and--"
Warrick cut him off with a hand over his mouth, chuckling a little, admittedly breathlessly, and letting out a sigh, closing his eyes. "'Sup? Anyone--been around?" His stomach clenched a little; surely Nick would have been, but even Nick had been strangely--cavalier--as he rescued him. As if he was used to it. And the others ... well, Greg had some case or other he was on, but he would have sworn that the others were ignoring him. To be honest ... he had no idea what to think anymore.