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[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

Hey kid, you did make it to the clinic, right? Are you still down there?

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[percipience.livejournal.com]

Yes and yes. Ino couldn't remove the poison.

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

....

POISON?

[percipience.livejournal.com]

Yeah. He used oleander. Interesting that we were just discussing it...

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[silent seething for a moment]



Are you feeling well enough for visitors?

[percipience.livejournal.com]

I'm feeling fine. I'll probably be out of here soon, in fact. So yes.

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

Alright, I'm on my way down.

[sound of a door opening and closing, footsteps]

Do you need anything while I'm out and about? Have you eaten yet?

[percipience.livejournal.com]

Alright.

No, not that I can think of. And no I haven't eaten yet.

Recorded - because I'm SMRT XD;

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[more footsteps, echoes reminiscent of a stairwell]

You wanna hop over to the kitchen and get something after you're out? Or I can bring you something if they'll let me....

[percipience.livejournal.com]

I'll just go get something when I'm out. It's alright.

Recorded

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

...okay.

[a long stretch of just footsteps, then a door and more footsteps]

Where at in the clinic are you? I'm here.

Hollered then recorded henceforth

[percipience.livejournal.com]

In here Henry!

Recorded from now on~

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[a laugh and footsteps]

Hey there. How you feeling?

[percipience.livejournal.com]

Better than I was last ni--- What the hell happened to your FACE, Townshend?!

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[a pause, sound of someone sitting down in a chair]

It's nothing. Stupid accident.

[percipience.livejournal.com]

Stupid accident, huh? A door this time was it?
You do realize I'm not buying any of this for a second, right?

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

Actually it was--

[a pause; Henry lowers his head a little and shrugs]

I don't really have a better excuse...sorry.

[percipience.livejournal.com]

[a sigh]
It's alright, Henry. You don't have to tell me.

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[Henry looks back up at Lana and gives her a small smile]


Besides, you're the one that I should be fussing over. How are you?

[percipience.livejournal.com]

No fussing necessary. I'm almost completely recovered.

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[a sigh]

I don't suppose there's anything I can do to help keep you out of trouble, is there...?

[percipience.livejournal.com]

[a small laugh and a headshake]
I don't suppose there's any way to help keep YOU out of trouble is there?

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[a sad smile]

Touché.

[percipience.livejournal.com]

If it makes you feel any better he may lose interest in me after the events of this morning.

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[percipience.livejournal.com]

Yup.