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Flavius lies in a bed in the clinics, staring at the IV drip of fear gas treatment and shivering. He's too weak to stay awake for long, someone had said something about cardiac arrest and resultant cardiomyopathy

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[im2sexy4mysnark]

It's sometime during the day, he has a visitor. He might be surprised at who it is, he might not be. Either way, Altalita steps into his room after dealing with a particularly annoying desk clerk. Today, she's wearing robe-slash-kimono-esque outfit that, well. Only she can pull off and look damn hot in.

"Hello, dear." She says, when she stands next to the bed.

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He's a little surprised that he has a visitor at all. He blinks slowly at her for a moment before answering. "H'lo."

One of the reasons, of course, that the desk clerk had been so annoying was because he'd been put on suicide watch after begging the medtechs to let him die. His right wrist is restrained, cuffed to the bed railing so that he cannot pull out the IV in his left arm. It's doubtful that he could muster the energy to do so, though.

[im2sexy4mysnark]

"How're you doing?" She brushes the tips of her fingers against his cheek lightly, far as she knows, he might miss contact, a bit.

Contact that's not jabbing him with needles or other jabby impliments and handcuffs. And handcuffs that aren't in the fun way, either.

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He closes his eyes at her touch, turning his head into it.

"I have nightmares," he whispers. "And memories. I did awful things...."

How much of this is the effect of his own recollections and how much the lingering effects of the the fear gas is unclear.

[wright_idea]

Phoenix proves to be the second visitor of the day. He raps lightly on the door before letting himself in.

Oddly, he's wearing a beanie cap today. Even with the cap, though, one gets the sense that something's a little off about his overall appearance. Strange, that.

"Hey Flavius," he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

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Flavius looks ... ill and tired. The machines and the fact that his right hand is cuffed to the bed railing don't help that image.

Nevertheless, he musters the energy to blink at Phoenix. True, there is something a little ... off. "H'lo. Did something ... happen to your head?"

[wright_idea]

He blinks. "Ah, this? Oh, it's nothing to worry about, really. Just a Nexus thing." A Nexus thing that makes him think he gets off lightly, only to have him wake up with a chrome dome. But never mind.

"More importantly, how are you? I was really scared last night," he asks, changing the subject.

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His gaze wanders to the IV again.

"What happened last night?" he murmurs.