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[b]Los Paraisos: Mercy Hospital - Recovery Ward[/b]
Well, the sound neither Moira nor Syed wanted to hear as soon as they reluctantly stepped into the recovery ward was constant, unnerving high pitched tone of the heartrate monitor. Not a beeping noise, like it was earlier. Like it should have been.

Of course, being Don of course it wasn't what it looked like. That guy had a habit of defying common sense to the point where it pretty much pooped all over the laws of nature.

Syed could only stare, standing up straight and wide eyed as he slowly wrapped his fingers around his pendant. He didn't know how to react at all. He was definately relieved, that was for sure. In fact the sensation of the sheer weight of his worry lifting from his shoulders made him feel a little giddy if anything. But then another part of him wanted to tell the man to stop right this instant or so help him. "He should be resting," he fretted, running his fingers through his hair. "He shouldn't be up...!"

Still, there was little he could do. He sighed and turned away from the window instead and allowed himself to slide down one of the walls. Closing his eyes, he allowed a somewhat goofy smile to spread across his face. Watching Don made him anxious about his health, but he was happy with just listening. Don had always been good at putting on a show, and it seemed his bros were just the same.

Before he knew it, he was genuinely laughing quietly to himself. It felt good to just let go of his worries for once.

Moira, on the other hand...

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" she screached, throwing her arms in the air. "You don't- was he putting it on or some shit?! You don't just get up from that! Just look at him! Just... just look at him!"

Her eyes flicked to the other members of the pride, trying to gauge their reactions. What... what... what?!

[i]“What did I say? Didn’t I say it? SUPERBROS NEVER DIE!!!!"[/i]

"Oh fucking hell..." she grumbled as she slapped her forehead. "I'm way too sober for this kind of shit. Fuck it."

How dare he make her worry. How dare he. Fists clenched and nostrils flaring, she stepped away from the window. She was so confused about pretty much everything, and she [i]hated[/i] it.