Tagress Hospital: Recovery Ward
Unfortunately for Marcus, the ward was not to stay peaceful for all that long.
"Ow, what you tryin' to do, stab me? Ow! Piss off!"
The nurse, an elderly yet fearless looking woman, pretty much ignored her. Her fingers moved deftly as she drained the fluid from Moira's wounds in her shoulder. It had gotten a little infected, but it was nothing a little TLC couldn't fix. It would leave one hell of a scar when it healed though. That was nothing new to the Berserker, however. She had so many she struggled to recall where they all came from. Clockwork Town's hospital may as well had gotten her a loyalty card for how often she was there.
"Okay, I'm done," the nurse said finally, taking out a strip of bandage from the tray beside her and wrapping it firmly around Moira's shoulder. While not as bandaged up as Estelle was, Moira still had quite a lot, mostly around her arms and chest. Made gripping things awkward but it was nothing she hadn't delt with before. After a quick check of her movement and circulation, the nurse left.
"Fuckin' old bat," Moira growled under her breath. "I swear she don't like me or somethin'."
"Probably because you keep calling her stuff like that."
Moira turned to the bed close to her. Syed was curled in a sort of slight foetal position with his back to her. All he really wanted to do was just hug his knees and keep quiet. Shame his rib prevented him from doing the former and his partner the latter, so he just fiddled with his fingers instead. He in contrast only supported a few bandages, most of his injuries being just cuts, bruises and much like Dylan, magical exhaustion.
Moira rolled her eyes, leaning back. "Oh, stop sounding so fucking miserable."
"...Heh." Well. He tried, she supposed.
Moira sighed. He finally woke up yesterday, and ever since then he had been a lot more quiet and withdrawn than usual. Then again, he didn't like hospitals. She wasn't entirely suprised, she supposed, what with what he had told her before. Made him a pain in the arse to be stuck with though.
She clicked her tongue, then sighed again. Then clicked her tongue again. The cycle continued a couple more times. Syed began to tense with irritation. Oh fucking hell she was bored senseless here!
"FUCK IT!" Moira suddenly roared. She wasn't going to just sit here and... and rot! Screw that to hell! "Get up!"
Syed jumped in suprise, his body suddenly going rigid with pain as he jarred himself before he turned and stared at her. The dark rings under his eyes only really emphisised the mortified expression on his features. His voice however picked up just a fraction. "Wh... what? What are we doing?"
Moira licked her lips, swinging her legs off the bed and charging towards Syed's. He flinched and pushed himself up his bed a little, the large scar which spanned the length of one leg quite clearly visible below where his hospital gown cut off. It was an old, but ugly scar, and the primary reason he tended to avoid shorts like the plague.
"Grand theft wheelchair, love. Have a race or some shit." She didn't even bother to keep her voice down. To be honest she didn't even care if she got caught. Then at least something would happen.
"You've got to be joking!"
"Nope!" and with that, she seized his wrist and forcibly pulled him from the bed. He tensed again in pain then tried to resist, but he couldn't match her strength. Even with her hands bandaged up he couldn't get free!
"We're Guilders!" he protested, thankfully sounding more and more like himself by the minute. At least as long as he was distracted from the thought of where exactly he was.
Unfortunately his pleas fell on deaf ears as she dragged him out the door. Both pairs of slippers remained forgotten by their bedsides.
