Marcus had had enough of being in the hospital already and he'd only been conscious since 4pm. He'd been told that the tear in his lung had been repaired as had the broken rib that had torn it in the first place; so he couldn't understand what he was still doing there. His head had impacted sharply with the ground as he'd landed, which was why he'd been out cold since Saturday. He'd felt fine that afternoon when he'd woken, but Healers were cautious as a rule. So he had to stay, on his own, in an unfamiliar place.
He'd fallen to sleep again before they'd come round with dinner. It was surprising how tiring being unconscious was. Nothing has smelled very appetising, at least not until now. Was that melted cheese? Sniffing a little, the familiar voice lifted him out of his sleep and he opened his eyes slowly. Trying to focus in the dim light. 'Hi Twink,' a little smile curved his lips.
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