The bandages come off~.

[unwillinghelper]

[Ivan lies sprawled out on the bed, staring off into space. Today, at least, he no longer has the bulky bandages that covered his left eye. Now there's just a simple, medical eyepatch covering it. It's hard to get used to. He's spent most of the morning practising moving on his own. One leg is still in plaster, the other is still in pain, but he's

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[liquidouroboros]

"Ivan?" Liquid walked in and shut the door behind him, glancing over the other blond for a moment--well, he looked a little better. That was a good thing, at least.

"How are you feeling?"

[unwillinghelper]

At the sound of his voice, Ivan sat up, smiling. "Liquid! It's good to see you," he exclaimed.

He stretched, trying to unwind a little. Somewhere in the back of his mind, his vain self wondered if he looked a little better with just the eyepatch, rather than the massive annoying bandages.

"I'm feeling a lot better, thanks." He wonders vaguely if he should admit to what he's been doing.

[liquidouroboros]

"Likewise, I suppose." he answered with a faint smirk and dismissive wave of his hand.

"Good to hear. You look like you're improving, at any rate."

[unwillinghelper]

He smiled at that, wincing as he shifted into a more comfortable position. "Ah, sorry if I'm not able to move very far. I've been practising getting to grips with this." His finger taps gently against the eyepatch, making him wince.

[filledefrelon]

Have you been up? The doctors said no walking!

[unwillinghelper]

Vespa!

[He sits up, wincing in pain as he does.]

W-well, yes, I have, a little... all morning...

[filledefrelon]

[Sigh]

Of course, of course. Just be careful, would you? If you push too hard you'll just re-injure yourself.

[unwillinghelper]

I'm sorry!

[He looks penitent.]

I'm paying for it, you know. My legs are in agony.