doku | VISIONS I HAD BURIED UNDERGROUND / RETURNING TO ABUSE US

[It's a nice place. The best money can buy.

It'd look like a hotel if there weren't little indications to the contrary scattered here and there. The sign at the entrance, for one. Upped security around the perimeter. The presence of nurses, the occasional doctor. The illusion is pretty much shattered in Krieg's room, where the medical equipment makes enough of the furnishings to make it look like a really homely hospital room. Residents wave to Gaige as she passes by; now they know better than to pester her with their fanboying, even if the temptation is still there.

The television is on, but muted, while Krieg rests in his bed. It's not clear if he's asleep or not, but he does have Gaige's music player clutched in his hand, buds nested into his ears. A gift she had tucked into his hand back when he was effectively unresponsive, and while it was technically contraband...well, they let it slide on the premise that it would stay in his room. Not like the cord of earbuds was going to fit around his thick neck enough times to do any real damage.

The little gift helps more than she might've realized. Keeps the voices down, keeps the invasive thoughts away. In the music...he remembers the high he used to get. The one that didn't come from a needle, a pill, a bottle. The real one, made by his body in moments of eustress--in response to the beat, the harmony, the roaring crowd. His body's too racked to do it now, but maybe...one day...once all of this is over, he'll get to know the rewarding joy of hard work once again.

Krieg stirs when he--for the first time in weeks--actually feels the presence of another person in his midst. Gaige. He gives her a smile, and even though it's tired, it's genuine, and he's actually there instead of responding to drug-addled stimuli. He pauses the music and nudges the buds out.]

Hey.

[She's effectively charmed most of the hospital staff by now so they don't look at her twice even if her bag is suspiciously large and happens to smell like onion rings. It does, of course, because for the entirety of Krieg's hospital stay she's pretty much insisted he do as the doctors say: Eat the pasty, weird looking food. It's too damn bland to possibly upset the parts of him that were harmed due to a certain asshole manager that's no longer employed at Starchild records. A lot of bullshit's gone down in the last few weeks and she's kept it to herself - he needed to get better, and that meant avoiding stress.

As such she's kept a lot of the exciting happenings to herself, because she's pretty sure they took his phone when he was admitted here, so he might not have any way of knowing about the literal shit storm that's managed to go down. But this is the second to last day of the Hospital Incarceration, he can probably handle a little excitement - if nothing else she can't handle sitting on the information anymore. She's hoping that Krieg'll be happy about it all, but ... In retrospect some of her actions were a little excited.

But the burger she's got is from one of the best burger joints in their city, a hole in the wall that could barely seat thirteen. Even if he's upset with her that'll earn her some points back! It has to.]

Krieg! [It's late afternoon, so she's hoping that Krieg is up! But if not then, well, hopefully she didn't wake the poor guy.]

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