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[corroded_crown]

Date: May 1st, 2001
Status: Private (Pollution and Loki)
Setting: Hospital
Summary: A visit to an old friend

It was late afternoon and the setting sun through the windows made deep run lights run across the floor. Pollution was faded out in the bright light, face tight and worried. The paper in his fist had a number on it and he gazed up and down the

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[leucemic_god]

A knocking sound woke Loki out of a light doze. It was dark. That surprised him as he somehow had a feeling that it didn't have to be. He'd seen this room lit before. He was almost sure of that. He also thought he knew how to make light, but there wasn't a fireplace or candle as far as he could see.

The knocking sound however he knew for sure was a request to come in. A visitor. Visitors, he remembered, were a nice thing. Except that he thought the last one might have scared the rat that lived under the bed. Still he wanted the visitor to come in. Now, what was the correct answer again?

"Hello?" Loki called out in old Norse*.

* It had finally somehow managed to stick in his brain that most people around here didn't speak Giant which was for some reason still a language his brain occasionally defaulted to.

[corroded_crown]

Even with the update to Norse from Giant, Pollution had no idea what he was saying. Assuming it was an invitation, he poked his head in the door. "Loki..? May I come in?" he asked softly, letting his voice drift through the doorway. It was pretty easy to see that Loki was awake and had been the person to speak. Now he just had to cross his fingers and hope he wasn't kicked out again.

[leucemic_god]

"Sure." Loki smiled at his visitor completely unaware that he'd switched to English now. "Am I supposed to know you?"

Something about the pale young man seemed familiar even though Loki was pretty sure he hadn't seen him in this room before. Well, as sure as he could be. He was aware that he tended to forget more than he remembered these days.

[corroded_crown]

Pollution frowned a little bit as he moved inside the room and towards the bed. "I'm Pollution... you don't remember me?" He didn't know that Loki might not remember. "Loki, if you feel sick again, let me know... I might not be very healthy for you." He shifted a little on his feet, feeling very out of place.