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[envy_the_sinners]

[Anyone who knows Scar or has spoken to him before will recognize his voice. But he's sounding... a little worn out. Frazzled. The tiny mews of a dazed Espurr can be heard in the background, along with the steady thumps of something far more solid than rain hitting the hotel roof.]

The Pokémon that are falling out of the sky. Do not unfold their ears. Just... don't.

[This has been a public service announcement. He had just been trying to give it a bath!]

Comments

[majorcrotchgrab]

[The answer both annoys him and amuses him. You're sounding like a certain Colonel, Scar.]

You don't look fine.

And you're getting the bed tonight. There's no way I'm going to let you sleep on the floor with whatever injuries you might have.

[envy_the_sinners]

It's just bruising.

[No, he doesn't know that for sure, but it's pretty damn close. He's broken plenty of bones in his lifetime, he knows what that feels like. Not to mention his general reluctance to seek medical help.]

I'll be fine once I've gathered myself.

[He can at least be thankful he didn't hit the part of his head that was concussed in the hurricane.]</small.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Scar...

[He frowns, looking genuinely concerned for once. YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID, SCAR? Raikov attempts to help lower him on to the bed.]

If you don't want to go to the hospital than at least least let me tend to your wounds. I've got some medical supplies in my pack...

[envy_the_sinners]

If you have bandages, I could likely use them. Beyond that, I don't need any care.

[majorcrotchgrab]

You should care! You might've seriously damaged something!

[Once Scar's on the bed and comfortable as he can be given the current situation, Raikov goes to fetch his first aid from his bag.]

Here...

[envy_the_sinners]

[With one last annoyed glance to Raikov, Scar gingerly lifts his shirt off and holds it in his lap.]

Just tell me how the swelling looks.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[... Oh. Damn. That's a nice body you got there, Scar. Why'd you have to go and injury yourself? Now Raikov can't creep on you.]

It isn't good, that's for sure. I've got some pain killers here...

[He pulls out a bottle from the first aid pack.]

Take two of these first - then we'll get you wrapped up.

[envy_the_sinners]

I don't need pills. Just get the bandages.

[His posture is uncomfortably stiff, good as he is at hiding the worst of the pain.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov raises an eyebrow and stares at him. He's had years of practice fussing over stubborn men.]

You need the pills. I can tell you're in pain.

[envy_the_sinners]

I've been in worse, save them.

[That comes out as a growl.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

I have plenty. Take them.

[envy_the_sinners]

[With a scowl at Raikov, he snatched the pills from his hand and turned to face away as he swallowed them.]

Just get on with it, if you must.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Thank you.

[And he starts wrapping up Scar's chest as gently as possible. The less he has to move, the better.]

There... Just rest for now, okay? We can't travel if you don't recover.

[envy_the_sinners]

I'll be fine to travel as soon as this ridiculous downpour is through.

[He rolls his shoulders, movements still ginger as he tests the bandages.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov purses his lips.]

I'm not letting you strain yourself. If we need to stay here another night, I'll pay for the room.

[envy_the_sinners]

I'm not straining myself. There is no need for your constant doting. I am not about to drop dead.

[majorcrotchgrab]

You could if you push yourself too hard.

[envy_the_sinners]

It takes a lot more this to kill me.

[He grumbles as he stands up, wincing at the pain that shoots through his chest. Keshet is pawing nervously at his feet as he crosses to the easy chair in the room.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

!!

[God dammit, Scar. Raikov grabs him by his shoulders and miserably attempts to make him sit back down in bed.]

[envy_the_sinners]

Will you stop?

[Scar doesn't know why he's so irritated that Raikov is concerned, but he is. He jerks his arm away and shoots another glare at him.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Tsk. He puts his hands on his hips with a huff.]

And I'm asking you the same. Get back in bed!

[envy_the_sinners]

So that what, you can sleep on the floor?

[He settles in the chair and rests his feet on the ottoman.]

Lying down makes rib injuries hurt more. I'm sleeping here.

[Keshet is still nervously following him around.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[... He does have a point there. Raikov lets out a sigh.]

Alright, alright... But I better not find you getting up and wandering around. Whatever you need, I can get for you.

[envy_the_sinners]

You won't.

[Grumble grumble. Keshet finally hops into his lap and curls up. She still feels badly.]

Get some sleep.

[If anyone can, with the continuous thudding of Espurr against the damn roof.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov retrieves one of the blankets from the bed and drapes it over his stubborn travel mate, then leans in closer as he speaks.]

Rest, okay? I mean it.