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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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[Still staring at the ceiling, he sighs.] Like shit. I'll get over it.

[Volgin hesitantly placed the basket on the table beside him.]

I... I'm sorry, Solid. I couldn't find your father, or Solidus.

[Looks at him, then grumbles, turning his head.] They'll find out. Always do.

...I hope so.

[He has a feeling he's unwanted, so he walks to the door.]

[Looks at him without moving his head.] Where are you going. Get back here.

[Volgin looks startled at that and comes back over.]

Do you need something...?

[He's sure Snake doesn't want anything to do with him any more.]

[... raises a shaking, uneasy arm... and salutes.] Soldier. [An exemplary amount of respect was in that action, and he was giving it to the man that nearly brought him down... they were still comrades.]

[Volgin stares at him in surprise for a moment before saluting him in response. He looks relieved, even pleased, but there's still guilt in his eyes.]

...thank you, Snake.

[Turns his head, dropping his arm next to him.] What the hell is in that basket...

[Volgin beams at that.]

Presents! Chocolate, cigarettes, some fruit, Calorie Mate - your father loved those, according to Ocelot - and a few other little surprises.

Calorie Mate...? [Thinks on it, then smirks.] Thanks.

They're delicious! [He smiles happily.] You're welcome!

[Psyche gauge boosts a bit at that.] But I don't think I can eat anything... Won't even let me smoke in here. [HINT. HINT.]

They're not in here now. [He gets the cigarettes out of the basket and hands them to him.]

[Takes a cigarette from the box, and places it in his mouth.] ...If you light it, don't light me, too.

...I won't, I promise.

[He lights it carefully.]

[Hums a bit, then takes a drag, exhaling in pleasure. Even with his body like this, it's still his breath of fresh air.]

Hnnn...

[Volgin watches him carefully, pleased to see him relaxing.]

[Sighs.] You busy today...?

Not terribly. Do you need me to do something?

.... [Looks embarrassed, and he looks away.] Nevermind... you can't touch water...

..tell me. It's painful, not fatal. What do you need?

[Shakes his head.] I'll be fine... No need for both of us to be in pain...

...alright, if you're sure. [He's a little relieved, deep down, that he doesn't have to come too much in contact with water.]

I am. ...Thanks for the smokes... and the gifts.

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