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[imthe_shit]

[Slowly waking up, he was still aching, his body numb. He seemed to be in a room of white... death hadn't even been his first assumption. He knew he was in someone's care. Death wasn't that easy, not for someone like him. He's not wearing clothes, he can't feel the suit on his body... but he's got a blanket over his midsection. He can feel the slight differences in temperature.]

Hhnnn...

[His dreams were inconsistent. Ranging from memories of torture from Ocelot in Shadow Moses, to making Otacon eat Sunny's shitty eggs, to lying under a truck with a sniper rifle. They were the kind of dreams that made you want to throw up with how... everywhere they were. He tries to sit up, but can't find the strength to move. Obviously being electrocuted at his physical age wasn't the best for him. He probably needed a while to recover... And that lowered his optimism even more than before.]

...Hhrrh... [He turns his head slightly, looking at the empty chair next to him. A guest chair... He half expected to see Otacon sitting in it, but there was no one. He sighs, closing his eyes. It felt like it was going to be a long recovery.]

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[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Looks at him, then grumbles, turning his head.] They'll find out. Always do.

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

...I hope so.

[He has a feeling he's unwanted, so he walks to the door.]

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[The door slams open at the sound of the coughing. Solidus crosses the room surprisingly quickly for his age, especially without the benefits of his suit, and grasps his shoulder.]

Solid! Calm down! Can you breathe?!

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

...tch.

[Liquid sighed, sitting down and crossing his arms.]

This place is bloody insane.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Leaning over to one side, as painful as it is to move, continuing his coughing. He gestures to the drawers, gesturing a syringe, and imitating the motion of stabbing it into his neck. He's once again, of all times, suffering from the nano attack. He just had to stress himself out enough again...]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Going to have to agree with you there.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Looks at him without moving his head.] Where are you going. Get back here.

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Solidus frowns and grabs the syringe, injecting it as carefully as he can, which isn't very carefully, since he's not trained with these things.]

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

[Volgin looks startled at that and comes back over.]

Do you need something...?

[He's sure Snake doesn't want anything to do with him any more.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[He didn't speak after that, running a hand through his hair.]

[Okay, he was here. What now?]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Grunts, eyes widening, before he groans softly, lying on his back again.] Hhhhnn... Solidus...

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He looks relieved that he isn't coughing any more.] ...yes, Solid?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[... raises a shaking, uneasy arm... and salutes.] Soldier. [An exemplary amount of respect was in that action, and he was giving it to the man that nearly brought him down... they were still comrades.]

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

[Volgin stares at him in surprise for a moment before saluting him in response. He looks relieved, even pleased, but there's still guilt in his eyes.]

...thank you, Snake.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Is quiet, too. He then smirks.] So, husband, you'll be wheeling me around in a wheelchair until I fully recover. How do you feel about that?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Holds up a shaking arm to him. His bed isn't slightly up so he's not sitting up, either, thus it's harder to judge where his brother is.] Solidus...

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Turns his head, dropping his arm next to him.] What the hell is in that basket...

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Solidus grasps his hand firmly, leaning over him.] What is it, brother? I'm here.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

. . .

When hell freezes over.

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

[Volgin beams at that.]

Presents! Chocolate, cigarettes, some fruit, Calorie Mate - your father loved those, according to Ocelot - and a few other little surprises.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Calorie Mate...? [Thinks on it, then smirks.] Thanks.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'm proof of that.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Returns the grip, though it's not as strong.] Don't... run. Keep recruiting... Keep up morale. Don't let it fall apart.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Perhaps.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Hnnrr... Maybe I can play bumper cars with Ivan.