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[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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[Nods, tightening his grip ever so slightly.] Hhnrn... Solidus... How bad is it...

Well, you're not in the best of shape, but it doesn't look like anything too permanent. I think you'll recover with time, but considering that attack you just had, I'd say you need someone to stay with you. Do you want a mirror?

[He's assuming the attack was due to the wounds.]

[Nods his head slowly, wanting to see how he looks.]

Just a minute.

[Solidus isn't sure about showing him the state of himself, but Solid is a big, tough soldier, so he should be fine. He quickly returns to Snake's side with a mirror.]

[Looks at himself in the mirror, and releases a long, disappointed grumbling groan.]

Hnnnrr...

Don't sound so unhappy. It isn't that bad. [He sets the mirror aside. He's a hypocrite, he knows, because he's sure he'd be upset over it too, but...]

I look like some comic book villain... [Psyche gauge drops a bit.]

You look like a man who's been badly hurt and is recovering. [He smirks.] Once the bandages come off, you'll probably be fine. With any luck, you won't end up as scarred as the man who did this to you.

Hnnrr... maybe not on the outside. [Sighs. He looks at Solidus.] Don't get revenge, Solidus.

I want to. That bastard can't get away with this. I want to tear him to pieces for this...

[Solidus would never consider himself a good person. There were too many things he'd done to prove himself wrong. The YBU, the terrorism... there's definitely that darker current still there. The wrong things for the right reason.]

Solidus. Don't. [Glares.] If we fight amongst ourselves, that won't get us anywhere.

... [He lowers his head, looking distressed.] ...alright. For you. And only for you.

[Reaches his hand out to him again.]

[Noticing, he grasps his hand again.] What is it?...

[Looks distressed... though he's also really embarrassed.] I need a bath. [This is a lot worse than usual, since... well, it would hurt. A lot. But he can't do it himself.]

...do you need help? I'll help you if you do.

[Nods his head slowly.] Yeah. I trust you enough to help me with this.

[He's surprised by that, and even more by the rush of brotherly love that comes over him at the realisation that Solid isn't lying.] Just wait a minute. I can't carry you like this so I'll have to get a wheelchair. Alright? [He quickly goes off in search of one and comes back with it.]

[Nods, watching Solidus leave him. He waits, knowing that this bath is going to hurt like a mother. Hearing the squeaking of a wheelchair, he turns his head. He's already naked, except for the blanket on his midsection, so he'll need to be properly covered on the way over.] Hh. Help me...

You don't have to ask. It's alright. [He carefully helps him onto the chair, wrapping him up in blankets he brought with him. He isn't exactly a born nurse, but he's trying not to hurt him, at least.] Are you comfortable enough?

[Slowly settles into the chair, shuddering a bit. The blankets feel nice, and due to the bandages, he doesn't feel them rubbing against his scars, which is also nice. He looks up at his younger brother and nods.] Yeah, I'm good.

Good. [He takes him to the bathroom, trying not to hurt him. He's grateful that he left the exoskeleton behind or else he might have gone too fast.]

[Not used to being practically driven around, he watches the dull scenery of the hall pass as they get to the bathroom. He really feels old now, and it's more depressing than ever.]

[From the silence, Solidus can tell something's wrong. He guesses it has something to do with being helpless, since Solid's so used to being the one helping people.]

It won't be for long, brother. Before long you'll be back on your feet and bossing us all around as usual.

[Nods and smirks.] I know. But for the moment, I feel like shit.

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