[sup][hr][/sup][COLOR=GRAY][INDENT][INDENT][i]It was relatively easy to deceive someone if one had enough confidence in themselves. But deceiving a group of professional nurses and doctors was quite the challenge. Iñigo found themselves having to rely on knowledge obtained from medical dramas their mother watched too often for her own good. It was fortunate that the infirmary was still overwhelmed by Hyperion's attack to scrutinize a fellow nurse for a slip-up or two. Or several. And it wasn't like they would remain in that form for a while, just long enough to visit a certain someone. Iñigo had no idea what awaited them on the other side, but they had to be prepared for every possibility. So after a deep breath, they entered the patient's room with a facade ready for use.

Nurse Alistair Quinn immediately noticed the patient lying on the medical bed and couldn't look away. Seeing him breathing without a tube shoved down his throat was remarkable. And based on the information acquired from the clipboard on the bed railing, the road to recovery was rough but achievable. Unfortunately, he was too distracted to notice the patient waking up groggy, exhausted, and thirsty. [s]Not enough time to slip away undetected, dammit.[/s] [color=B8860B]"What's up, Doc?"[/color] the patient said, his grin widening as the doctor looked at him. Alistair secured the clipboard back in place and made his way over to him with the intent to respond. Then he noticed the empty insulated mug on the bed table, choosing to instead refill it.

It didn't take long for Alistair to return with the refilled mug in hand. He handed it over to the patient and said tenderly, [color=637B77]"Making sure you're receiving the best care possible."[/color]

[color=B8860B]"Yeah, well, cheers for the room temperature water."[/color] the patient raised the mug with a weak smirk before taking a rather long sip through the flexible straw. [color=B8860B]"A 2023 vintage Tap, if I'm not mistaken... with fruity notes and just a hint of fluoride."[/color]

[s]Banjo was still such a wise ass, a very good sign that the incident hadn't completely changed him.[/s] Alistair couldn't contain his smile for some reason. [color=637B77]"Your throat will appreciate it in the long run, trust me. Soon enough, you'll be able to drink iced cold water and eat all the tim tams you want. Speaking of food, I know you've been placed on a diet to account for your numerous injuries, right? Well, the latest readings show you're on the right path. And I might be able to sweet talk my way to reward your progress with something... delightful. Like, say, cinnamon biscuit bites? It doesn't sound much, but, again, your throat will relish something soft and moderately sweet after the hell it's been through."[/color]

[color=B8860B]"Hoo-bloody-ray."[/color] the patient smiled weakly but then abruptly asked with a frown in its place. [color=B8860B]"Any idea when I'll be up and about again, Doc?"[/color]

Alistair didn't know what to say to such a heartbreaking question. [s]Iñigo was completely fazed by the sudden unexpected display of despair and didn't know what to say next. Did he ask because of the funeral tomorrow? If so, there was no way Banjo would be able to attend in his current state. Not even with nurses on standby. So what was the best course? Lie and come up with some half-assed excuse or be honest to a grieving, injured person? They had to say something either way.[/s] He took a deep breath and pulled a chair beside the bed, close enough to provide some comfort. [color=637B77]"I am afraid that your injuries are too severe to take any chances at this time, even if we put you in a wheelchair. So you won't be able to attend your friend's funeral if that's what you're wondering."[/color]

[color=B8860B]"Oh."[/color] the patient went quiet for a moment. [color=B8860B]"I'll at least get visitors though, right?"[/color]

[color=637B77]"Very soon, I guarantee."[/color] Alistair smiled softly. [color=637B77]"For now, though, you have to be content with me and the other nurses."[/color]

[color=B8860B]"So I'm trapped with you and the cast of G.P. for the time bein', huh? Well that's just great."[/color] the patient chuckled and then looked at the window. [color=B8860B]"Can you gimme a cheeky five minutes alone, Doc?"[/color]

[color=637B77]"Of course."[/color] Alistair nodded and began putting the chair back in its original spot. [s]Iñigo wanted to remain for a few more minutes even if it jeopardized their cover. But it wasn't the right thing to do. Banjo needed to mourn too.[/s] But just before walking out, the patient called out to him with a single word: [color=B8860B]"Doc?"[/color] Alistair turned to look back, hand barely on the doorknob. [color=B8860B]"I get that I'm probably not the easiest patient to deal with, I just wanna say 'Ta' for dealing with it all anyway."[/color]

[color=637B77]"Well, that's my job."[/color] [s]Iñigo said sincerely.[/s] Alistair said nonchalantly and then left the room, making sure that the patient was getting those biscuit bites for dinner.[/i][/INDENT][/INDENT][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][/INDENT]
[CENTER][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1070187379547176990/1080153140189483129/image.png[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Northern Cove, PRCU[/I] - [I]Western Canada[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]The Homecoming Trials #2.27:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Awkwardly in Place[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]N/A[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=SILVER][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Rude Awakening[/I][/right][/SUP]
[INDENT][color=799E5E][i]What a fucking mess.[/i][/color] Iñigo shook his head, trying to figure out what would happen now. It was too apparent that the team was divided on what to do with Hyperion. But they all shared the exact same grief from losing a teammate. Everyone left the courtyard to find solace in their rooms or the ICU to see Banjo for the first time since the incident. But in all honestly, Iñigo didn't know what to do next. He had already visited him yesterday after his check-up with Dr. Hosni Mansour. And he for sure did not want to spend any more time in the intake housing to wait for the ceremony. So all there was left to do was to just stand there awkwardly. Or sit awkwardly... which sounded slightly more comfortable.

Iñigo didn't say anything to the other remaining teammate, but he made sure to awkwardly wave at her before departing from the courtyard. There was nothing left to say out loud anyhow.[/INDENT][/INDENT]
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