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[amongthewreck]

[backdated to May 7th]

Room 205, Northwestern Memorial Hospital
4:26 PM

Richard, should he care to wake up any time soon, will find that he has company in the hospital bed next to his: Fletcher. He will also notice an IV drip in his arm and a cast on his foot.

At some point in the day, Fletch managed to acquire a rather large gash down the right side of his abdomen. The doctors don't know this, so the bed isn't technically Fletcher's, but he doesn't need it. He can heal. So for now, he's resting, watching news coverage on the shitty little TV attached to the wall.

He's relatively quiet for the most part, careful to let Richard sleep, but then his cellphone rings and a quiet shouting match ensues. "Don't you tell me I'm out of my fuckin' mind! It's calm back there. We have control. This place is... it's like a war zone, Hannah. I know I don't belong here, but I can't just leave it like this in good conscience. And y'know I still haven't done what I came here to do in the first place..."

And so the conversation goes.

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[knowmycall.livejournal.com]

Fletcher knows that last part, but there will be no talk of death anymore if he can avoid it. Death is what brought him here, death is the only thing that will let him leave, and he doesn't want to think about it anymore.

He moves back to the bed that isn't his and sits, watching Richard. "So where're you really from, then?"

[averylongtime.livejournal.com]

“The Canary Islands. Tenerife. It's...been a while since I lived there.”

Obviously.

Richard leans back in the bed, his head resting against the wall. That pain is still there, always has been there. He guess he's gotten used to it.

[knowmycall.livejournal.com]

"Ah."

Well, then. That explains... nothing at all, really, but it's a step in the right direction.

He scratches the back of his head, looking around. "And... there's more to this story, or...?"

[averylongtime.livejournal.com]

"I haven't lived there since I was thirty-five," he replies, the implication being of course there's more to the story. "It's...a long story."

And he looks a little too tired to tell it right now.

[knowmycall.livejournal.com]

Fletch sees that, so he finally backs off for good.

Well, for good for now. When Richard gets out of the hospital, that'll change.

"Thanks for tellin' me."