this needs to stop happening

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Who: Gilbert Nightray & whoever wants to visit
When: afternoon of the 17th
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: Xigbar's creepy monster dog-thing messed him up good for his part in the newcomer hunt raid. He never saw it coming.
Warnings: slight spoilers for PH, mentions of blood and injury

Gil has been overcome by the darkness a few times in the last few years. For the most part, every time he's gotten out of the situation with scratches and bruises, a couple larger wounds, a bullet wound once. But this time had been different. This time the monster seemed far more interested in hurting him; in killing him. And it was quick enough to do damage while he floundered through attempting to use Raven and failing, miserably. The familiar pain in his left hand told him that he was putting too much strain on the Hatter and B Rabbit's seals, and he'd hesitated as he'd been struck.

Again. And again.

If he'd been conscious, he would have told whoever transported him to take him home. If the Core reacted the same way that it did last time, he'd be healed in no time. A day or two, and he wouldn't have to waste time away from his master in the meanwhile. But he stays asleep during the pick up, transport, and the initial check-in to the hospital. He doesn't wake until halfway through the day, several ribs shattered, a wrist and ankle broken, a concussion, bruises and cuts and gashes up his neck and across his chest and legs.

And every single one of those injuries is healing, slowly but surely, without anyone needing to lift a finger to help him.

Crap.

His eyes snap open at the sound of familiar, rhythmic beeping. That's all it takes for him to realize where he's ended up, the memory of this morning rushing back all at once. Crap, crap, crap! Not good!

He doesn't bother to check if anyone else is in the room first before throwing back the blanket and attempting to run as fast as his healing feet will take him, no matter how many wires and tubes are currently attached to him. Stop him, egg him on, catch the aftermath upon failure. He'll be here for a couple of days.


[ooc - have at it, visitors. also I'm still sick, so tags will probably continue to be slow, but I promise I'll get to them all! thank you for putting up with me!]

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[inthejunk]

"Woah, hey! Do not pass go, dude. I refuse to get in trouble for this again."

There's a slightly pale and squeaky kid perched there, holding a hand out to stop Gilbert. Not on his watch, you don't!

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He hesitates halfway up, one hand still on the sheet, the other braced against the bed to keep him sitting up. Probably a bad idea; his arm protests it and nearly gives out, but he's too busy staring in surprise at his unexpected visitor to pay attention to normal things like pain.

"H-huh? Yosuke?"

[inthejunk]

"Who did you want? The ghost of Christmas past?"

He blows his fringe out of his face, mildly annoyed by it. Time for a haircut. But he still doesn't take his eyes off Gilbert. Stay right where you are, dude.

[motioned]

She'd rushed over as soon as she heard what had happened, and she's been there, teary eyed, begging and praying that he'll wake up soon, for hours. However, the last thing she expected was for him to try to rush past her as soon as he did. She's much smaller than him and not as strong, but in a panic, her hands immediately find his arms, trying to stop him from getting past.

"Dad? Dad, what are you doing? You need to get back in the bed!"

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He barely makes it to his feet before he hears her call out to him, an all at once he's on guilty offensive. He also hesitates with all of his weight on his bad ankle, because he's brilliant at this whole escaping thing.

"Ahiru--?!" he manages to yelp as his knees go out from underneath of him and he starts to tumble to the ground. Eh, what's one more bruise?

[motioned]

"Oh my God!" Her hands fly to her face in a mixture of surprise and panic, and then she's reaching down to try to support him enough that he can get back onto the bed. Why so heavy...

"Do you want me to call the nurse? Can you stand?"

[his_own_will]

Good luck with that because Oz is perched over him and currently in the process of tying Gil to the bed. Fear not however! He brought his own rope.

cough

"Good evening, Gil!"

He smiles cheerfully and keeps on tying those notes and straddling Gil's ever wounded body. If he can't keep Gil down when he's healthy, well... he'll just have to make sure he stays down and out for the count while he's wounded, broken ribs or no!

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"Eh - "

It takes him a second to comprehend what he's seeing. Oz. The ceiling of the hospital room. Oz again. A length of...rope? Rope tied by Oz? Yes...yes, that's exactly what it looks like. He gasps in with all intention of yelling at the young man, but given that he's sitting on a rather painful cut, his works are cut off with a weakened gasp as his head falls back down and lands on the pillow. Mission successful, Oz.

"Y-young master...?!"

[his_own_will]

Oz grins even more cheerfully as he tugs on that one last knot and leans over, resting his chin on his hands, elbows on Gil's chest.

"Yes Gil?"

[psychopath]

You know what? Jack is tempted to just sit back and watch him flail about, but since he's feeling nice (and since Oswald is next to him and would probably Not Appreciate a Baskerville flailing about and dripping bodily fluids all over) he'll just- catch Gilbert's wrist.

And probably steer him towards wherever Oswald is in the room.

[iudex]

Oswald is off to the side with his arms crossed, naturally - why he's here, he doesn't know because he really... wait, why does he have the distinct foreboding feeling that there is something coming his way? Why does he feel as if Gilbert's flailing being steered his way by Jack—

—because that is what is going on right now and Oswald's expression falls in confusion. Gilbert is still hooked up to things and that is not the way to go!

Why is this a thing that is happening- Oswald's hands raise and what?

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"What--?"

He winces as Jack takes his wrist, head snapping around (painfully) to look at him, and instantly he knows that he's caught. He opens his mouth, attempts to stutter out an apology of some kind, or at least an excuse or explanation or - well, anything if his tongue would allow an actual word to form. But his stuttering is cut short at the sight of the other person in the room, a person who looks...familiar. Painfully familiar. But his head can't place what his heart knows, so he settles instead for staring and wincing at the sudden ache in his head.

"Jack, I'm..." he tries once more, teetering dangerously in his former master's hold.

[whitefeathered]

He's just about to head out the door when he runs into this face.

(No, it really never gets old.)

Aoko glares at him, feet planted at an angle set to stop a car, softened not whatsoever by the flowers in her arms.

"Gilbert-san, where do you think you're going?"

Because you're not going anywhere, Gilbert. Not at all.

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Oh, he stops. He definitely stops. Right in his tracks, right on his stupid, weak, bad ankle. He falters at the sight of her, and goes pale at the sound of her voice. Well, let's just add this to the long list of Bad Choices he's made today.

"M-miss Aoko...?"

[whitefeathered]

Aoko tends to have that effect on men. Her expression remains no less scathing as she slightly advances forward, almost to drive him like a sheep. "Back to bed. Now."

[maddeninghatter]

Break has been acting behind the scenes, consulting with the doctors, speaking with the nurses so that Gilbert won't be awakened needlessly for medications or vital signs, and generally making sure people stay quiet so Gilbert can sleep.

However, after a few of Gilbert's failed escape attempts, he finally does walk into the room - arms folded and eyelids shut.

"My, myyyyy. Still lazing about in bed? Who's going to make me cake, hmmm?"

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Yes, every attempt to flee or beg his way out of this damned room has been thwarted thus far. By the time Break winds up waltzing into his room, he's finally resigned to sitting in bed pouting and trying to come up with ways that he might be able to convince Oz to help him break out of here. But there are too many wounds, and though he can feel himself healing, it's not all the way yet.

Even though Break can't see him, he turns towards his superior with an angry, flustered glare. Break knows it well.

"That's all you have to say?"

[maddeninghatter]

"Hmm, well. I suppose I could do with some pastries, too. And cookies."

He doesn't have to see that glare to know it's there. He waits for it to deepen--then waves a floppy sleeve.

"Ha ha! I'm joking. It's too much to ask, right?"

Certainly that was intended to come out as a joke; but it lands just short of the mark.

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[On top of everything that's happened lately, this is the last thing Ciel needs. Fresh from a fight the day prior with Alois, Ciel isn't dressed in anything fancy at all. Instead he's in a baggy hooded sweater, pants and sneakers - anything to avoid buttons - as he sits, a chocolate chip muffin in hand, watching Gilbert begin to scramble.

He's tired and it shows and it takes all his willpower to not throw the muffin at the man's head.]</sub>

Gilbert Nightray, lay back down this instant.

_{[He may not be your master, but that was an order.]}

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[The voice gives him pause, his hands currently attempting to untangle a few random tubes that do god knows what from around his arms and neck from the initial struggle. There are only a few people in the port that can turn his expression guilty, and Ciel is definitely one of them.]

C-Ciel...?

[littlest_lord]

Yes, it's me. Lay down, Gilbert, before you yank something out that you shouldn't.

_{[Is this the time for no nonsense? It certainly is, Gilbert. Please do listen.]}

[gaveherwings]

Dr. Yumeno isn't scheduled again till night shift, after visitation hours have ended, but his first stop on rounds is Gilbert's room.

He's heard of the earlier 'escape' attempt from the nurses that were on duty at the time, and sighs as he steps into the room clipboard tucked under an arm.

Though he really must wonder- what sort of trouble did he find himself in, to land in the hospital in this condition?

"Not so eager to wait for me then, Mr. Nightray?"

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And by the time Daedalus has come to check in on him, he's taken to counting the sheets in the room, wondering just how many of them he'd have to tie together to be able to climb out the window. If the window would even open, given that it's late now and he's not sure just what quality the darkness proofing is here. Still, it wouldn't hurt to try! Especially since that broken ankle has already almost completely healed.

He's not doing anything though, just sitting up in bed and staring forlornly towards the window, but he still looks up with guilt etched on his bruised face.

"Daeda--" he starts, cutting himself off as soon as he realizes his mistake. "Doctor Yumeno."

He's working, after all.

I AM THE LATEST OF THE LATEST LATES

[debtor]

[Allen shows up a day or so after Gil'd been admitted to the hospital, but before his great escape.

He'd come as soon as he'd heard Gilbert had landed himself here, secondhand from an employee at Funtom, and he actually manages to make it to the hospital only an hour or so after setting out. And once he's made it to the door of the room where Gilbert's supposedly being kept, he gives a hesitant knock before poking his head inside.

You even still in there...?]

[maddeninghatter]

[ As he peeks in, Allen might see Break bending over Gilbert's hospital bed and overhear: ]

--why I even bother, you never listen. You've never heard a word I've said, for ten years you've always--

[ Break stops, abruptly, apparently aware that someone else is in the room. He straightens up, attempting (without success) to compose himself. He glances in Allen's direction. His face is flushed crimson and angry. ]

Go ahead. Come in. We're done here. We're through.

[ His fingers are clutching the head of his cane, as he swings it in a vicious sort of determination, intending to blow past Allen and out of the hospital room. ]