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!!857o4GkKJgy 07/15/11(Fri)16:41 No.15592653Nell, is not apparently interacting with Calvin, she is simply sitting on an empty bed next to him drawing in a notebook.
In the bed next to her, Calvin is looking better. He's out of his neckbrace, and although his jawline is still swollen and bruised he seems to be none the worse for wear. He is also sporting a fetching surgical eyepatch.
Because if there's one thing Zeon know about, it's badass fashion.
"Hey boss!" Calvin somewhat mumbles. Moving his jaw is probably still a little painful, but not impossible.
"How's hospital life treating you?" you ask.
"Not too bad, no hot nurses though." he muses.
"There will be one transferring in from Grenada to here in this afternoons personel shuffle." Nell says from the bed.
"Heh, hear that boss? Looks like my lucks finally on the turn! So, what's next for Calvin Hobart then little miss fortune teller?"
Nell tilts her head to the side for a second. Then starts giggling uncontrollably.
You have no idea what THAT'S all about.
"So... you're doing okay then?" You ask Calvin whilst Nell continues to laugh.
"Yeah, can't complain, lack of depth perception takes some getting used to, and it hurts when I eat solid food, but otherwise... yeah, I guess I'm going to be okay. How are things going on your end? I'm not really all that well informed on the latest news down here. Where's Zol?"
It's then you realise that nobodies told him yet. You bite down resentment at having to be the one to do it, and tell him anyway, it's harder than you want it to be. By the end Nell isn't giggling any more.
"Man. That sucks, are YOU doing okay boss?" Calvin asks.
"... this war has got to end, It's like wolf, I've given it everything I've got, but it's still hungry. I don't think I can fight for much longer." you tell him.
"Are we going to lose?" he asks.
"No, but I don't think we're going to win either." you reply. |