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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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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.]

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

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.]

[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.

Heh.

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

_{Sentimentality...}

[Smirks, coughing lightly.]

Hhnn... I think you should.

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

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

[Groans and glares.]

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

I just...I'm over-thinking this, aren't I?

Yeah, you are. Just hand her the noodles and say "happy anniversary" or something. I don't think she'll care about words all that much. Just make sure you get a good flavor. [Drinks down another gulp of broth.]

...

[Good job, Snake. Now Big Boss is going to obsess about the flavor.]

Hnn, a good flavor. I wonder which one she like the best.

... [Inner face palm.] You don't know?

I can't remember-!

Maybe you should ask her or something... Are there any other Big Mamas around here?

There are a few...

Hmmm. Maybe I could ask that young, hungry one.

Young, hungry one?

Yeah. She's about 14 and she always makes me cook.

... 14, huh... [Have a bit of a smirk.]

Yes.

What?

What's that smirk for? [He quirks a brow.]

Nothing.

[Smirk is not leaving.]

...

[He quirks a brow, wondering what his Son is wondering.]

You always hang around the younger versions of your girlfriend?

No.

Sometimes she finds me. It's one of my strangest encounters here...just the sheer difference in age.

[He doesn't even go into the brain-breaking experience of meeting The Boss as a child.]