wanted a serious title but i'm wondering which of them is shrek and which is donkey (we know)

[brokeassgoing]

Continued from all this beauty

[He's had a pretty hard time stumbling around after his injury...but that doesn't really stop him. Whiny as he is, Badou had too much to do. Sure, he'd stayed mostly at home these past few days, but he's been very busy. No laying around, no unconsciousness for too long.

He's been developing the film he'd taken during the last job, carefully cultivated in the darkness of his nasty little bathroom, the chemicals would sting his nose if he wasn't used to this already.

So it's no surprise he's been so focused he's forgotten to do some stuff around the place, lately. And will probably not notice a new visitor in the form of his little old man buddy, either.]

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[oldmanfive]

[ Five tiredly glances over to Badou at the way he says 'we' and 'us'. ]

Yeah? That's going to require you to be around, Badou. You can't ask me to stop doing things on my own and then turn around and do the same fucking thing yourself.

[brokeassgoing]

[its still strange to think of people he didn't grow up with actually giving a crap about him...he waves a hand dismissively]

That's something I'm still figuring out. I'll cross that bridge when I get there. I'm not the one doing things on my own right now.

[oldmanfive]

[ Five just shakes his head as his gaze returns to the ceiling. ]

What's done is done, Badou. I can't change it and I can't make promises that I'm not sure I can keep. I could tell you all what you want to hear but I would just be outright lying if I did. [ It's a sad admission but he makes it nonetheless. He looks back toward Badou. ] I'm sorry I made you worry...I'll try to ask for help but I can't guarantee that I always will.

[brokeassgoing]

You should maybe keep these promises! If you don't wanna die that badly, at least. Don't lie. Don't be a little asshole and just run off. Gurantee! You can be counted on all the time, so why can't you just slow down??

[he doesn't want the apology, the sad admission, he just wants Five to be okay]

[oldmanfive]

Give it a rest, Badou. [ He sighs with the adrenaline wearing off he's feeling so tired again.] I'm not going to promise anything. Besides, do I look like I'll be running off anytime soon?

[ He asks with a grimace as the pain is also letting itself be known again. ] I think I need Grace.

[ He says as he could really use another dose of pain medication. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[he also sighs. rakes his fingers through his hair.

then gets up]

I'll go get her. Be back in a sec.

[and turns to go fetch her without a backwards glance]

[oldmanfive]

[ Oh Five, why must you be so difficult? Dolores asks with a sigh, but Five chooses to ignore her as every bruise, cut and mark on his body throbs and aches.

Meanwhile Grace is one flight downstairs at her charging station, knitting something, while lets Five and Badou have some privacy to work out their difference. She does have an internal alarm set to check on Five to make sure he is getting his medications and what not. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[he does a full circlet upstairs before he runs into her upon going downstairs-- whatever this is. he knows she's a robot but uh. did not expect her to actually be plugged in. it makes sense! but he just stares, dumbfounded for a full second before he blurts out--]

I didn't do anything-- but Five needs your presence.

[oldmanfive]

[ Grace glances up at Badou and merely nods as she puts her knitting aside and disengages herself. ]

Of course, dear.</>

[ She gets up and heads toward the stairs to the upper dormitory rooms and makes a beeline to Five's room, trusting that Badou isn't far behind her. As she steps into the room, she frowns upon seeing Five looking paler and sweaty. She closes the distance and places a hand on his forehead. ]

Oh sweetheart. You're running another fever.

Huuurts.

[ He mutters softly, sounding like the young boy he looks like. Grace pulls a capped syringe from her apron pocket and injects it into the IV bag, before adjusting the drip to move a little faster. She runs her fingers through his hair, brushing it off his forehead.]

It'll be okay, dear. Just get some rest.

[ She glances over to Badou. ]

You can stay if you'd like, but it is only a matter of time before he falls asleep again.

[brokeassgoing]

[he also appreciates that she took his word for it that this isn't his fault or anything. what a wonderful mom. with the good stuff and taking people's word for what it is. amazing.

he scoots his chair closer to Five's bedside and props his elbow on the edge of the bed, leaning into his hand as he watches.]

Mmm. I'll keep him company, don't worry.

[this...debate? this argument is over for now. but he has the feeling they'll both be fighting to not bring it up again later.]

[oldmanfive]

[ Five groans in spite of himself as Grace urges him to drink some more water before she leaves him to rest. She readjusts his covers, and then turns on heel to leave him and Badou alone again. Though she pauses to rest a hand on Badou's shoulder. ]

Be sure to get some rest yourself. You are still healing too.

[ She advises and then she is out the door again. Five lies against the pillow, feeling like he's been hit by a truck. He holds his midsection as his ribs were still bruised and tender and all the arguing earlier has definitely put stress on them.]

Plan on lecturing more...?

[ He asks Badou with a bit of slur to his words. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[yeah, Badou will rest....when he's dead or made to be unconscious. and not the sleeping kind. Five looks all....little and hurt there. a little better now that he'll be on the mend, soon, but still. his brow furrows.]

Later. I don't think you'd get anything out of it half high like you are.

[oldmanfive]

[ Five manages a soft scoff at that. Lightly he shakes his head, even as his eyes grow drowsy with that drug induced sleep. ]

Probably not...Badou...? [ He mutters sleepily, letting out a yawn.] I don't actually... [ He tries to hold back another yawn. ] I don't blame you...for what happened...

[ He manages to get out before sleep finally over takes him. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[he watches the slow, peaceful rise and fall of Five's chest for a moment, his expression stricken. by guilt, by sorrow-- maybe a smidgen of relief.]

You may not, but I do.

[so it's the least he can do to sit vigil for awhile longer, until sleep claims Badou as well]

[oldmanfive]

[ Though she's certain that Five will still be asleep, Grace comes in to check on him. Bringing a new IV bag in and another round of antibiotics and pain medication in order to change things out, while he continues to rest.

However she's immediately greeted to the sight of Badou asleep in the chair beside Five's bed. It makes her smile as she quietly goes about changing out Five's IV and making sure his medication is set. Once done, she gently brushes her fingers over Five's forehead. He softly groans, but she gently shushes him.

She momentarily leaves the room, only to return with a blanket that uses to cover Badou. And then she quietly leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. ]