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“It's not half bad here,” Lucien felt comfy beneath the toasty covers, the pillows were wonderfully soft and the nurses that tended to him were quite pretty. It was something he wouldn’t mind getting used to. A cheeky grin made its way onto the summoner's face and he stretched leisurely like a lazy tabby cat, wincing when a light sting shot up his side. He had been lucky, aside from the scrapes and bruises, the only injury of his that needed actual tending to was the scratch Damian had inflicted in wolf form. The wound wasn’t very deep, but it had needed stitches. 

Carefully, he rolled onto his side so he could face the window. The outside world looked so pretty but in a way he liked the hospital. The smell of soap and detergent were comforting and it was nice to just laze around and get away from it all. Plus, he enjoyed pestering the less busy nurses. It had only been a few days but he had already managed to listen to quite a handful of juicy horror stories.

“Lucien Maddox,” a familiar voice called.

He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Not long after a nurse walked into the room, starring at her watch. “Mr. Maddox,” she whispered, giving him a light tap on the shoulder as she did so. “It’s time for a change of bandages; this might hurt a little…”

He opened his eyes, stifled a yawn and gave her a bright smile. “I’ve been through the worse, I’m as tough as nails.” The summoner winked playfully. It didn’t hurt…though when she dabbed at it with disinfectant he let out a hiss, only to plaster another smile onto his face just so he could appear tough. “T-Thanks,” Lucien gulped in a breath of air and steadied himself. “Y’know,” a Cheshire cat grin appeared on his face. “I’d recover much faster if I got a kiss.” The nurse rolled her eyes and tossed the damp towel onto his head. Lucien pouted childishly in response, huffing as he rolled out of bed and got onto his feet. 

He wasn’t in the mood to sleep anymore. Maybe, he’d go find the others. Knowing them, they were sure to be doing something fun, right? Lucien exited the room and made his way down the hallway. Everything was so quiet…

“—OH MY MOCHI AMY DON'T THROW SHARP THINGS AT ME! I DON'T LIKE SHARP THINGS!"

At the sound of the commotion he perked up and quickened his pace. Lucien semi jogged and skidded to a stop before taking a sharp turn. There he saw Trixie, peering curiously into rooms. He arched an eyebrow in question, walked up the girl then in the creepiest voice he could muster went, “boo!” Noticing that he had gotten her attention he grinned like a sly fox. “Hey kid,” he gave her head a playful knock the same way he did back in Weir. Lucien looked right and left as if they were part of a conspiracy then chuckled lightly. “Being all sneaky, huh? Just what are exactly are you up to?”