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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. The bandages on his face, and down his body show the length of him injured.]

Not enough to kill me... Could be out of commission for a few days... But I can't lie around for too long. Can barely walk, but I'll work on that, soon.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He pulls up that chair and seats himself with a long sigh.]

...You'll be well soon.

Have you eaten?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his head, but gestures to a nearby gift basket.] I got a few presents, though... Plus some smokes. But I haven't had the stomach to eat for a bit...

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

In order to heal, you need to keep your stamina up...or get it back where it should be if it's lacking. You need to eat.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Looks at him, turning his head somewhat.] What would you recommend.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

That depends; how's your stomach feeling?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Empty. Nauseated.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Hnn. That's not good. Maybe some soup would best. Ramen, if you are up for it, or would you just prefer clear broth?

[He rests his gloved hands atop the knob of his cane.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Thinks on it. He'd love to eat as much as possible, but he's actually thinking if that'd be a good idea right now. He nods his head.] Broth sounds good. You gonna be my chef for today?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

If you will eat, then...yes.

I will prepare you any flavor broth you want.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Beef sounds good. [Leans back, closing his eyes. He'll be mindful to not fall asleep this time.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[He rises from his seat with a grunt and heads off to the kitchen to make his old Son some broth.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Waits, not being able to do much else. Still, there's an odd sense of satisfaction he gets from this... though he's not sure how to describe it. Perhaps it was just the kindness a father was giving to his son... but maybe there was more to it than that.

Still, it's not really like he could compare it to anything.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[After a while the old man returns with a bowl-like cup filled with a fragrant, beef-flavored broth. He hands it off to his Son before seating himself again.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[He adjusts his bed so he's able to sit up at least, then takes the bowl, taking in its warmth first off. He grunts in approval, looking at the broth, leaning forward and taking in a long drink of it, before leaning his head back and sighing.]

Hnn... Not bad...

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He stays in that chair and watches over him to be sure that he's alright, or if he needs anything else.]

...

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Looks to him, then grunts a bit.]

Gotta say... It's weird having you here like this. Not used to having someone like that... I mean, Otacon's there but... Hnn, nevermind. [Can't explain it so well.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I know, David. I know.

...

[He furrows his brows, not particularly used to being around like this, either, but he knows what it's like to be stuck in a hospital without anyone that cares about you coming by.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Takes another gulp of broth, and sighs softly.] So... anything you wanna talk about...

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Hn?

[What? No one asks him that. That caught him a bit off guard.]

...Nothing comes to mind? [Yes, the tone of his answer is that of an inquiry.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs. Failed attempt number one, time for number two. He tries speaking a little louder.] Heard from m-- er... EVA that she was the one that got you into instant noodles.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Heh.

Yes. She did. This is why I thought bringing her a pack would be a good gift.

_{Sentimentality...}

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Smirks, coughing lightly.]

Hhnn... I think you should.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

_{...I don't know. Maybe she'll think it's cheesy-}

[He sighs feeling so conflicted and unsure of what to do.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Groans and glares.]

Stop whining about it and do it. You're Big Boss. Don't turn into Big Wuss.