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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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[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[That's enough; he can recognise the signs. Without another word, he half-lifts the man out of the water, wishing he had the exoskeleton even though Solid is far too thin for his age.]

Come on. That's enough.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Pants heavily, leaning against him, vision blurry. He doesn't say anything, hot water dripping down his body, the wounds looking fresh now... Though cleaned, luckily. He feels like lying down and never getting up.]

Band...ages...

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Solidus nods, getting some fresh bandages from the things he brought with them. Carefully, he redresses the burns before wrapping his brother up in the blankets again and making him sit down.]

You're alright, now... come on, let's get you back to bed. You need to rest.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Stands there, looking miserable again. He watches his brother dress the burns, then when he's got the blanket, he sits once again, shivering. He's cold now... but chilled for entirely different reasons than being out of the hot water. He lowers his head.]

Solidus... Thanks...

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

...Don't thank me. It's killing me to see you like this, Solid.

[He rests a hand gently on Solid's head.]

You're my big brother, even if only by a short while. Even with how angry I was at you, back then... even that part of me isn't happy at this. This should never have happened to you.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Sighs, tilting his head.] Not as badly burnt as Big Boss... but I guess history has to repeat in some way, huh. [Hugs himself somewhat, shivering.]

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't have any more blankets, so he takes his jacket off and slips it around Solid's shoulders.]

Come on... we'd better get you back to bed.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Nods.] ...Don't... get revenge... Solidus. I want to be the one to punch him... When I'm well again.

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

... [He nods, frowning.] As much as I want to kill him, whatever you choose to do is up to you. [That won't stop him killing him if he comes across him, but he'll try.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Nods and leans back in the wheelchair, his breathing calming down.]

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Solidus carefully wheels him back to his room and transfers him back to the bed.]

...do you feel a little better now?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Slowly lies down, groaning a bit as he relaxes.]

I don't smell like my own urine and blood... I feel better.

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He frowns, nodding.] I suppose that would make you feel better. [Carefully, he covers him in the blankets.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Still pretty wet from the bath, though the warmth of the blankets is nice. He closes his eyes.] ...Hnnn... Thanks, Solidus.

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

...It's alright.

[He sits down in the guest chair, watching him.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[His breathing has slowed considerably, back to an easy and steady pace.]

Hnnnrr... [Slowly drifts into sleep, his aching body slowly forgiving him for the harsh treatment.]

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Once he's sure Solid is sleeping well, he heads off to keep morale up.]