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Backdated to December 16th
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Ladd Russo's back in Zero, and I'm gonna suggest y'all leave him there. He decided rippin' into Omar Little sounded like a world of fun. We got him in the infirmary, I don't reckon he'll be feelin' too great for a while.

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[The bandages don't stick on Mal's wrists. Underneath them the lacerations from the ropes itch and he idly runs his fingers over them, dull nails scratching at the cloth. His injuries had been nowhere near the level of Omar's, but he hadn't come out of the ordeal untouched. His wounds are cleaned, stitches in, a cup of water grasped in his somewhat unsteady hand, and he's trying not to look at the man he's spent the last few days with.

It isn't right an inmate's lying over there like so much meat while Mal's got the injuries of a boy after roughhousing. Not when Mal's the one who was supposed to stop the whole thing. Really ought to have played out different.

For a long time he'd refused to sit – it was the type of stunt Simon would've lost his patience over – and he'd eventually been forced down onto the examination table where he still remains. No one's given him the go-ahead to leave yet, as much as he's dying to get down to the mess hall. He's had nothing but water for three days (but at least now he's got the option of gnawing on his nails).]

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What happened to you? [She can put together that it wasn't anywhere or anything good.]

Just got caught up in that bastard's idea of a game.

I suspect I know what you're talking about. I wish I didn't.

Are you hurt?

Wish I didn't either.

No. [Yes, but not bad enough to worry about.] He didn't have much of a problem with me.

How bad a problem did he have with the other man?

Bad enough that he didn't walk out of it.

[She is, for a rarity, wondering exactly what it is that might make this man redeemable. Kai was different- with his free will returned, he chose not to murder. Ladd revels in it.]

Do you need anything?

Is there anything left from dinner? Or supper? Or breakfast, whatever people last ate.

I'll go to the kitchen and get you something. [Even if it doesn't make sense, Mal. She's also assuming you're going to be as hungry as she can get.]

I'd go myself but I ain't sure they're letting me yet. [If it's carbon-based and edible, he's not going to be picky about it. At times like this, he'd gladly scarf down a whole family's daily portion of packed protein.]

[She hates the infirmary- not their fault, but the person that tortured her prior to her death was a doctor. But still, she's willing to brave it to cheer him up.]

Alright. I'll bring something.

[She does as she promised, coming in with a bowl of sandwich meat and cheese (but no bread), a box of brightly colored and sweet smelling cereal (with no milk in sight), and some carefully balanced apples.

And there's a look of concern on her face as she carries this absolutely ridiculous meal- even if it all looked good to her -over to his bed.]

[If he had any inkling about that he'd feel bad about it, but as it is he's just heartened by the idea of her arrival – it means company, distraction, food. Even if it's a strange assortment, it all looks tantalizing and he groans a little when he sees her coming, out of pure relief.]

They got saints in your 'verse? 'Cause that's what you are.

No, but I'll take your word for it. [She perches at the edge of his bed with unnaturally imbued (literally) grace in a dainty, side-saddle sit and puts the food within his reach.]

I was wondering why I couldn't find you. I thought you had left.

You trust me on that, then. [He reaches for the bowl of cheese and meat and the bowl of cereal simultaneously, balancing both on his knees and indiscriminately eating from the two.]

You were looking for me?

I found you that hat you were looking for. [She tilted her head a little with a grudging expression.] I was going to give it to you even though the flood was over.

The what? [After the last few days the flood is so far from his mind it takes him a moment to even remember that it happened.] – Right! I – um, thanks.

[She doesn't say anything to that, just gives him an apologetic smile. It's a horrible thing to witness- not as bad as Omar going through it- that she can very much empathize with. But she hates when she's left that helpless.]

Would you like some water? People say that it helps.

[Witnessing it doesn't hold a burnt-out candle to going through it, but it's not as if the process is enjoyable on any level. Except Ladd's, of course. And Shan Yu's. Still, when Zev offers he manages a weak half-smile in return.]

That'd be a bit of a blessing.

[She goes over to get him said glass of water, before resuming her perch.] You look better than you probably feel. [She says mostly as a way of cheering him up.]

Are you alright?

Yeah. I'm not the one to waste your worryin' on.

Omar is in less than good condition, then?

Ladd killed him. Slow. Apologies for not launchin' into more detail.

[Shane's got no injuries - he looks normal. However he's in day two of the death toll so lying there looking like an undead thing lying with his head against the pillows ...not wanting to move. The ruckus woke him up and at least he's got a name to the face.

His skull had to be re-arranged, so talking is really hard. However Mal can be texted right? Here's text.]

U look like u got into a fight w a meat grinder.

[When his communicator lights up he looks down at it, reading the message before identifying the sender and casting a glance over to where (what he's pretty sure is) Shane is lying.]

You oughtta see the meat grinder.

Edited 2012-12-20 10:34 (UTC)

[he raises his own hand with a grimace and gestures to his own face before dropping it with a look of exhaustion.]

me 2.

[There is a pause]

Warden or inma8t

Well, here's hoping you don't gotta stay much longer.

[A beat.]

Warden. You, uh, got a couple numbers in with your letters.

thats how the kul kids type.

[Shane tries to smile and looks pained]

Lots of morph.ine what happened 2 u? and him?

What's kul mean?

Um. [Glancing at Omar, he hesitates, unsure how much he should reveal.] Call it a little difference of opinion. What happened to you?

cool. cool. neat. k-

[He waves a hand. Giving up]

Difference of opinion. [And have a very grim smile]

i saw myself as alive, he saw me as ded.

You're sure to get the whole story soon enough, it just ain't gonna be through me. Not my story to tell.

Who's he? Someone special?

Don't know his name. Was just attacked

What happened?

beat me up.

[Shane tilts his head to look at him]

Broke a lot of my teeth.

[Omar's been pretty quiet since he woke up. He's not a supremely chatty person by nature -- he tends to save his words for when they'll have the most impact -- but even for him, he's been quiet. Pensive, maybe, is the right word for it. He reads a lot, or at least puts on the appearance of reading, despite the clumsiness of his fumbling hands. He bears the pain and Leslie's... Leslie-ing with quiet dignity and says as little as possible.

And then, out of the blue, he shuts the book in his lap and says:]

What they got to say 'bout absolution where you come from?

[The silence is something Mal appreciates. After the stream of insults, threats, and promises he'd spit out while Ladd was having his fun, he's not sure he has anything left to say anymore. Definitely not to Omar. "I'm sorry" is on the front of his mind, but nowhere near the tip of his tongue.]

Probably the same thing they say where you do. Shepherds preach it, lots of folks believe in it. Me, I'm startin' to doubt.

Why you say that? [He seems genuinely interested, if also troubled.] Thought that was y'all's point in being here in the first place.

[Look who it is. Slowly defrosting Duo who's got about three layers of blankets over him. Don't mind him, shivering and chattering teeth over here, him having touch of death toll.]

[It's at least better than completely-frozen Duo, blankets completely unnecessary. The occasionally-shaking pile of blankets holds Mal's attention for a few moments before he stands, turns to the cabinets, and begins to look through them. A couple of minutes and minor messes later, he rips the blankets off of Duo and slaps a couple of medical heating pads on him before replacing the covers.] The hell happened to you, kid?

[Duo flinches and looks up at the sudden breeze of air and the pads being flopped on him. He rolled over under the covers and grimaced a bit.]

Whoa... Hey Mal.

Um. Let me put it this way... I'm not playing any reindeer games with Ladd ever again. Snowball fight. Knocked my head or something and he musta thought it was funny to bury me face down in the snow.

I wanna know what happened?

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