BODYGUARD/ASSASSIN AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

[He wakes up slowly. That's... really the only reason why he doesn't react, at first, only looking up at the woman over him with bleary, unfocused eyes. It hasn't quite registered properly yet.]

[agoodname]

[she glances up as he starts to open his eyes--and she arches an eyebrow] Welcome back, Mr. Nygma. [she sounds mildly amused, but even more so relieved] I didn't know whether that would be something I would be able to do, so I'm happy I can do so now.

[enigmaster]

What...? [Edward instinctively pulls back, immediately on guard... and groans as he does. Ah, yeah, there's the pain. That's... not great. Why does everything hurt...?]

[agoodname]

Woah, calm down. [she reaches out to rest a hand on his shoulder] No sudden movements. It could aggravate your stitches. [she retracts her hand after a moment] I'm Dr. Thompkins. I've been taking care of you.

[enigmaster]

[He's tense as she touches his shoulder, still... wary, even after she tells him she's a doctor. Which makes... some amount of sense. But he just woke up and he's not in the most trusting headspace.] Oh... [He just... looks around the room, as much as he can. Priority one is figuring out where he is, where Oswald is, and any possible entrances and exits. Anything else is secondary.]

[agoodname]

[entrances and exits consist of a door and a window. As for where he is and where Oswald is....Doctor Thompkins notices him looking around the room, and points out]--if you're looking for his Highness, he's over there. [she points him out, curled on a small servant's cot] It took me a lot of convincing to get him to sleep in an actual bed. We brought up that one because he wouldn't leave your side.

[enigmaster]

[Seeing Oswald... helps. Some of the tension leaves Edward and he lets out a breath. He's there. Edward managed to keep him safe. Thank god.] ...He's okay? [He doesn't bother to ask about his own condition. What does that matter?]

[agoodname]

[Lee gets a slightly funny look on her face at that--something like exasperation.]

Yes. He's perfectly fine, thanks to you. Not a scratch on him.

[enigmaster]

[Oswald's okay... Thank goodness. And Edward is... very much not. A fact which becomes very clear, very quickly, as he tries to adjust his arm slightly... only to quickly have a shooting pain in his shoulder. He grabs it with his other hand, unthinkingly, which disturbs the burns on his back and now that hurts like a bitch, too. A pained noise escapes him and he breathes a little heavily. Ow.]

[agoodname]

[Lee can't help but sigh at that display, and now she sounds sincerely exasperated] Hopefully you're cognizant enough now to listen when I tell you that rest is crucial. No getting up and running for the door?

[enigmaster]

[Edward definitely still feels stubborn, but the pain is... bad.] I kind of doubt I'd get that far, anyway. [So he says, even though unbeknownst to him he nearly did already.]

[agoodname]

Not quite, no. About four steps short, actually. [Lee's tone is as dry as a desert.] But now that you're more lucid, I'm going to impress upon you the importance of staying in bed. You'll heal much faster.

[enigmaster]

What? [Hm???? He nods, though. Reluctantly, maybe, but he's lucid enough to know he's in no state to be walking. Yet, anyway. Slower, this time, he moves a hand to his head, brushing some hair out of his face. His skin feels... warm, but not too much. Like it was recently damp from sweat. He must've been fighting through a fever. Not too strange, considering his injuries. Shoulder wound, side wound, burns... He does a quick mental checklist of it all. It's not great. It's not the worst he's ever been, but it's not great.] ...How... How long until I can move? [Before anything else, he has to know that.]

[agoodname]

[...are you kidding her right now

._.]

At least a week.

[enigmaster]

...Oh. [A week. That's... long. That's too long, he can't just be out of commission for an entire week...]

[agoodname]

If you don't, you'll be unable to get up for even longer. [there's a warning to her voice. Because it's getting more and more obvious that this guy's going to try and get up again as soon as possible.]

[enigmaster]

...Right. I understand. [There's really no changing the reality of this, no matter how much he wants to. It isn't the first time he's been out of commission, but there'd been other security measures then. Right now, Edward is pretty much it. And like this, unable to do the one thing he needs to, he feels utterly worthless.]

[agoodname]

[Lee huffs out a small sigh of relief] Good. You'll be up and throwing yourself into danger again in no time. [dryly, still, but softer]

[enigmaster]

Mhm... Right... [Edward... shifts, a little. He doesn't try to sit up or anything, but he carefully adjusts his pillow so that his head is angled in a way where he can keep an eye on Oswald without having to lift his head up. It's all he can do. It's not enough, but it helps.]

[agoodname]

[.....okay, yes, that's alright at least.] Good. Now get some rest, and if you feel yourself falling asleep, please don't try and fight it. I'm going to have some light soup sent up in a bit.

[enigmaster]

...Alright. Sure. [oh he's absolutely going to fight it, he has to keep an eye on Oswald. it's fine. it's FINE.] Thanks... [He just... keeps watching Oswald. It's the only thing in this room that matters to him.]

[agoodname]

You're welcome. Now get some rest. [not unkindly, and with one last look over him, Lee is going to vacate the room]

[enigmaster]

[And Edward is just... going to lie there. Watching over Oswald as best he can. Which isn't as much as he'd like. Edward's trying hard to stay awake, but he's a little bit in and out of consciousness right now. He's... He's trying.]

[agoodname]

[it takes a bit for Oswald to wake--he's always been a heavy sleeper and an even slower waker, and now is no exception. He sits up, slowly, rubbing at his eyes, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He's dressed in a pair of pajamas, and blearily pushes to his feet to shuffle over towards Edward, sitting in the chair that's been pulled up to the side of the bed. He doesn't bother to stifle a yawn, even as he glances down at Edward to see if he's awake or asleep]

[enigmaster]

[Looks like Edward has... not quite, but almost drifted off. Enough that he's not very aware that Oswald's up and awake, eyes mostly, but not entirely, closed. Someone's been trying to force himself to stay awake. And failing at it.]