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[endthem]

[he shouldn't be trying to use his arm yet-- he knows this fact; it hasn't even been twenty-four hours since the surgery. The pain is severe enough to warrant a distraction however, so he goes for the journal. ...Unfortunately, the thing is resting off to his left, making it only reachable by one shiny brand-new limb.

So... the residents are soon

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[goldenglasses]

[There should be a rather familiar presence that will be around the clinic almost constantly. He was also nearby during the surgery. Really, should Legato be so surprise that Vash is attempting to keep an eye on him without actually going into the clinic?

Of course, he'll be watching that journal entry like a hawk while he's at it.]

[endthem]

[he'll let it go for a little while, keeping tabs on Vash in whatever vague amount of amusement he can find in this state. Eventually, however... Vash will get a familiar, if exhausted-sounding, voice in his head]

Have you come to check up on me, Vash? I'm touched.

[goldenglasses]

[Ugh, that's so creepy, but really it isn't too unexpected.]

I heard you were getting some help. I wanted to be sure you're not the type to bite the hand that feeds.

[endthem]

And why would I even think of doing something like that?

[goldenglasses]

Never know how someone may react when they're in so much pain.

[endthem]

I assure you, I wouldn't have agreed if I'd had any fear of that.

She was perfectly safe.

[goldenglasses]

Good. [Yeah. That's it. He doesn't really want to talk to you.]

[endthem]

[he can tell. he's insulted, Vash.]

Why are you still hanging around, then? Are you worried that I will suddenly decide to stop playing nice while I am confined to a hospital bed?

[goldenglasses]

I don't know what you'd might do.