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[b]Tagress Hospital: Recovery Ward[/b]
Syed clumsily flailed his long arms about, not entirely sure if he should resort to electrifying himself before he dropped dead from suffocation. Well a hospital is probably the best place to stop breathing, really. So there was that.

He didn't care about the somewhat questionable place she had pushed his face into. He had no interest in breasts, or a great ass, or a body in general. All he really cared about that she would get off his [i]face[/i]. The experiance certainly wasn't comfortable for him, and it surely couldn't be comfortable for her with how angular his facial structure was, right? Although somehow, he got the impression that even if it did, she wouldn't be particularly bothered by it.

Once she finally released him - and not a moment too soon at that - she wasn't the only one with tears streaming down her face. His weren't born through slightly over-passionate love of his friends and collegues though. The love for not being dead maybe. He slumped back on his bed, his desperate racking breaths only sending more waves of pain across his chest. Oh gods it isn't going to be like this the whole time is it?! This was going to be a [i]loooong[/i] three weeks.

Now lying flat on his back, he turned his head slowly towards Lucien. The guy set him up! Today was nothing but being set up! First Selan, and now him. He made sure to catch his eye before pointing somewhat weakly at him, his expression at first somewhat stern. And boy, Syed could pull one hell of a stern look off when he wanted to. Soon enough however he couldn't help but allow the tiniest hint of a smile pull at his lips. Okay, it was kind of funny now he wasn't at imminent risk of death.

He was going to get him back for that. Just you wait.

Elaine's mention of soup however made his stomach growl, causing him to flush a little. Okay, he had no idea he was that hungry. That sounded good.