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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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[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.

Moments pass. Try not to dwell in them. [He's a hypocrite, but he'd rather Solid stopped moping. That smirk is a good sign, though.]

[Looks at the tub, then sighs, waiting.]

Not too hot.

[Solidus nods and carefully fills the tub, checking the temperature. When he thinks it's hot enough, he stops it, wheeling Solid closer so he can test it.]

Is that alright?

[Reaches in, touching the water. It's warm, it should be good enough... He knows he'll just be rolling in pain anyway. He looks at Solidus.]

Better take the bandages off...

[Solidus nods and sets to work on removing them, carefully. Some of them are harder to remove than others, but he manages to get them undone eventually.]

[Drops the blanket on the floor, looking positively old, burnt and miserable. He sighs, slowly attempting to stand up... but he reaches for Solidus' arm.] ...Help me in...

[Solidus takes his arm, supporting him easily, and helps him step into the bath. It hurts him to see his brother as helpless as this. He can hardly believe that this is the same man who was fighting them on the Big Shell.]

Watch your step.

[Nods and takes a step in. The burns on his feet aren't too bad, but the lowering himself into the water part is... to be put simply... agonizing.] Aaaghhnn!!

[Clenches his teeth, his eyes tightly shut. The hot water seeping into his stinging wounds, it was like liking in a bed of fire. His grip on Solidus' arm became violent, his own arm trembling. He was sitting in the tub now, though he still had to stretch out his legs. He took a moment, trying to get used to the pain. It was unfair... water hurting so much.]

[Solidus cringed, both at the scream, and the way Solid's hand clenced onto his arm. There was nothing he could do, nothing, and that made it worse somehow. He reached out with his free hand, grasping his brother's shoulder firmly.]

It'll be alright, just relax...

[Winces, his head jerking downward as his body rocked slightly. His breathing was harsh, in sharp, quick pants. After several moments, he finally stretched out his legs, sucking air in through his teeth as the warmth spilled over his wounds, causing him more pain.]

Au-ghhagh...ghnnn....! [His head jerks around some more, before he leans on the side of the tub somewhat, trying to not make it look like he's clinging to his brother, but at the same time, he can't help it. He can't lie down in this thing, and he spots a nearby bucket.]

S... Solidus... You'll have to... Nrgh... Wash me down... [He gestures weakly to the bucket, then to himself, giving a dumping imitation with his hands.] ..G... get it?

[He nods, looking worried. He doesn't mind the clinginess; Solid seems to need it. Carefully, he begins to wash him down, trying not to hurt him too much, though the water must hurt a lot.]

[Shudders, hands pressing to either sides of the tub, and he moans in pain, the stinging burning into him, this bed of fire getting worse and worse. Not even a pain that meant something to him... An empty pain, no reward to be had. He can feel hot tears stinging his eyes, and it just makes things worse for him. An old, weak and wretched thing... that's all he felt like.]

Nnnguh...Guh...ahh...H-hhrrhnnn....!

Just hold on. It won't take long. Just try to relax.

[Solidus is very, very worried now. He's doing his best to get this over with quickly, but seeing his brother like this, in so much pain... it's empty. It's not the pleasure he would have thought it to be before, when he was angry, so angry at everything. It's just painful and empty and it makes him hate Volgin even more.]

[Takes in breaths, choking back what almost sound like sobs. He tilts his head back, looking at his brother, mouth slightly agape as he pants. It's too much. He feels like he's sitting in a tub of blood, though there's dirt and some urine being cleaned off, the amounts of blood are nowhere near as many as he's imagining. He shuts his eyes tightly, grabbing roughly onto Solidus, unable to take anymore.]

Nnghrh...ghh...! [Even though this wasn't torture... Snake's body had been trained well. He never gain into torture, he wouldn't give into pain. He wouldn't say "stop", no matter how much he wished he could. Perhaps that was his weakness.]

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