[Sadrain]

November 26th, Chicago; Base.

"Fluffy... brains." Elek said in quiet voice. Then groaned. "Sounds less flowery." "That not fall out right, yea?" The man shook his head lightly, feeling that the more he spoke, the more wrong it became. It was slightly amusing, but far more annoying - to not be able to control his language and words felt awfully wrong. Yet, despite that, he noticed Amante's state. "Frind, what weight you?"

In that moment, Aiolia barged in the room and launched hug attack on Elek, a little too fierce and he coughed. "Too warm!" Aiolia blinked in surprise, before remembered what the doctor had said. "Oh, I am sorry! But I am just so happy you're awake!" The girl squeezed his hand and smiled at him, then glanced at Amante and also noticed how dazed the man seemed. "What's wrong Amante? Did you hear some bad news?" her face grew worried again.

Ryan rolled on his side, so it would be a bit easier to see the chick at the bars. It didn't help much, though, because now he was sleeping on his bad arm. He grunted low in his throat, nearly missing her question.
"Too damn long. Been doing this for over 10 years, started as teen." His chest wheezed strangely, the sound annoying Ryan rather much. "I got shot five or so days ago. The shit exploded when in or something. Feels like couldn't get all of it out." he paused to roll on back again. "And it got some poison or other shit in. Never stopped bleeding."

Ryan didn't bother mentioning he had barely slept or eaten for past few days, before that tired him self out with many force fields. Or that he was giving up hope because Alice was in danger., This chick probably didn't care anyways. Who was she to deem him too weak, or strong enough? He had his life to live, and his death to experience, and only he could evaluate what he had done wrong, and what right.