Galvin rubbed the area between his forehead before realizing he still had his contacts in his eyes. He took one of them out before answering the man. "I do not know what name he has given you, umm Kenneth, Leveau, Ambrosia?"

"......ambrosia? he is in the other room. you should rest, your neck is bruised, you are lucky it did not herniate." he lightly took the contacts though the man's eyes stole a moment as he looked into a perfect match to the middle gargrin's

Galvin realized he could not make his favorite onomatopoeia. He searched around until he found his cell phone, opting to send his brother a text rather then alerting him to his pain by calling. He fell back among the pillows once he knew his dog was going to be cared for and that his brother was not worried. He turned and looked at the man. "Who are you?"

he made himself busy with tidying while the man noisily texted into the phone. he wanted to tell him not to strain his throat but that the man even stayed in bed was more than he expected after twenty-four years of serving the gargrin child. "....doctor hubert frellumn."

Galvin didn't know what else to do with himself. He decided it was worth the risk to explore the newest apartment. “Thank you Mr. Frellumn am I allowed to eat food?” He wondered while touching his throat.

he gave up when the man tried leaving the bed again and would not be swayed by a hand. "no, you should not even be drinking. i can get an iv hooked back into you if you are hungry"

He couldn't hide his horrified expression. If he was going to be in bed for weeks he would rather be in bed at home. He couldn't suppress the chill that ran down his spine, but he resisted his urges to cry out like a child wanting to go home. "How long?"

he had to refrain from a worried sigh at the man's reaction "a few days for the swelling, since nothing was badly injured you should be ok within a week if you are careful not to aggravate it. the bruises will stay for a while past that"

"I can not stay here for a week with that beast." Galvin said. It was the most he managed to talk through the pain but it still hurt. He fought the hand rising again to his feet. Disappearing for a week would not only raise questions but it would get himself fired. He started searching around the room for his things.

he frowned. "....forgive me but i am saying this as one man to another and not a doctor, your body is yours to do with as you please but do remember you only get the one. take care of it. i will let mister gargrin know you are awake. " quickly he turned away. he was certain to be reprimanded harshly for this

That man had come close to killing him 3 times. However the doctor was right. The more Galvin moved the more his neck hurt and it was hard to take in the air needed to move. He fell back down on the bed and crawled to the middle turning his back away from the door. He did not want to see Ambrosia he preferred the view of the moon instead.

he was pleased when he heard the other was awake though it was marred when he heard that pyce had not intention of staying. looking away from his book he snapped it closed and shot the doctor a glare. "you will make him stay. that bastard already fucked up my face, i won't have him dying on top of it"

Galvin grew bored with laying on the bed, and had made it to the door only to hear the Garagin yell at the poor timid looking doctor. He shook his head fully emerging from the room. He held up his hands with three fingers. "That is how... many times... you've tried." he paused every other word attempting not to wince but his usual verbose sentences were causing him pain. "I will stay... please bring Agamemnon."

they both looked up though he was certain the doctor did not understand and was happy enough for that. "and four for you, i have lost less times than you it seems. frellum, go get pyce's dog"

He watched the doctor pluck a pen from his breast pocket along with a note pad. Galvin wrote down his address after plucking his key from his pocket. He also wrote Watch out for my brother.. He measured Ambrosia. "I thoughtyou... wanted me dead?" He said managing to fold his arms over his chest.

he barked a laugh though it sent a pain across his nose-bridge. "i want to kill you as often as i want to fuck you, but i don't want you dead. do not mistake my anger."