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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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[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[Liquid was hesitant to admit he was worried--he couldn't be worried about Snake, of all people. For god's sake, he was supposed to hate the bastard. But he was out of place in this building--in a role often played by his hated brother. Liquid found it difficult to despise someone who shared almost identical circumstances. So there he stood, leaning on the wall just outside Snake's room with a scowl on his face.]

...god damn it.

[Speaking to him was like speaking with a sibling one actually gave a damn about, or so Liquid assumed. Much as he didn't want to admit it...Liquid kind of liked that. And though he'd shoot himself long before saying it out loud...he sort of cared about what happened to his brother. After a few long moments of hesitation and arguing with himself, Liquid pushed himself off the wall and knocked on the door.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[The knock at the door doesn't startle him, but he turns his head to look at it slightly. He doesn't speak up, not having the strength for that right now. He presses a button on the side of the bed, which pushes him somewhat into a slight-sitting up position. Fine by him. He takes a moment, trying to speak, though his mouth and throat felt so dry.]


Who is it... [He grunts. He can't speak much louder without... well, he risks it anyway.]

Come in-- Hurghhur! Hrkchahhg...! [Leans his head back, coughing. Ow.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[Liquid opened the door, walking in and shutting it behind him.]

Tch...sounds delightful, brother.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Winces, trying to get control of his coughing... before looking at Liquid, his face bandaged, as well as most of the burns on his body. He doesn't look to be in the best shape.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

I'll spare the idiotic question of 'how are you feeling', as you look like an utter wreck.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Grumbles a bit, and nods.] Don't just look like one.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Do you think you'll be alright?

[Not that he cared or anything.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Grunts in response, giving him something of a flat look.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

...tch. Fine, that was another stupid question.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Closes his eyes.]

Met you again... You were a lot older...

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

...What? I'm not the only Liquid here that didn't die on Shadow Moses?

[Or...was it himself from the future? Damn, that sounded insane--but it was possible.]

I just found a doujin and someone looks like Liquid. It makes me laugh.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

It was you. Heart broken, too.

[Brings a shaking hand to his face, touching the side that's not burnt, then sliding it over his forehead.]

You broke down in front of me... At least, he did. Something about Naomi taking Hal away from you.

*gigglesnort*

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

. . .

[It took Liquid at least thirty seconds to process this.]

What?! That woman from FOXHOUND?!

[Liquid would never 'break down' in front of anyone. Ever. But if Hal left him--no, he wouldn't. Hal would never leave him...right?]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Nods his head slowly.]

One and the same.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

...that doesn't make sense, brother.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Doesn't it?

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

No, it bloody doesn't.

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

How are you feeling?

[It's taken Volgin a while to get up the nerve to come see him again. He's still upset that he never found Solidus or Big Boss, and he's still feeling guilty over putting him in there in the first place. He shuts the door behind him without looking at it, focused on Snake. There's a basket in his left hand.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Tilts his head, then sighs.] Maybe you shouldn't meet your older self.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

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

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He hadn't heard about it until just now, but the moment he did, Solidus came running. It took him a while to find the right infirmary, but when he did, he paused at the door, hesitant. He had left the exoskeleton behind. Would Snake even want to see him? Surely in this state, seeing someone he'd fought as an enemy wouldn't be good. Still, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. He had to be sure Snake was alright. If he wasn't... Volgin was going to get very dead, very soon.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

...I have to. I need to find out what happened.

[roarofthunder.livejournal.com]

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

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

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[His voice is muffled, and he gets annoyed.] COME THE HELL IN DAM-- [Aaaaand a lot of coughing.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Don't blame me if you don't like what you hear.