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Siebzehn - [Action/Voice]

[On the last night of the draft, Kurt took a major beating. For those who had been there, Kurt had become a flurry of teleportations, moving in and out of the enemies and becoming almost impossible to follow. He doesn't know how many he might have wounded or killed, but it had all been halted when he got stabbed with a near fatal wound. He doesn't even recall what happened after that. In fact, between that and the sickness, he only wakes up today in a bed in the medical center. When he tries to get up, he realizes that's not so much a good idea.

At the very least, he finds his journal next to him. So... he pulls that out to ask the inevitable question on his mind.]

I'm back in one piece. Sorry if I worried anyone, but I'm ahh... not even sure what happened.

... so, did we win?

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[Hmm. It is dome-shaped.]

This is the same building where you can fight creatures that aren't real.

[Yup, that's the Battle Dome.]

Huh... I've never really been in a hospital before.

Neither have I. ...I didn't know the proper word for this place. Rogue had to tell me.

[a friendly/worried smile] How do you feel?

[In Kurt's case, it's because even if places like this exist back home, he can't go to them. Who knows what would happen.]

Honestly? I feel like I got hit by a truck.

[Feeling like getting hit by anything is bad.

...But the rest of the reference is lost on her. It shows.]

... right, no trucks in your world.

[He lets his head fall back into the pillow, but he's grinning a bit at that.]

Will you tell me what it is?

Well, you have carriages, right? Or wagons... pulled by animals. In my world, a truck is a type of transportation powered by an engine, so it doesn't need pulled. They're big, made of metal, and go really fast.

Oh. I understand. [Wait. Getting hit with something like that would be awful.]

I have enough energy to heal you again. ['energy' is something she picked up from the draft. It's easier terminology than using Psynergy and then having to explain it.]

If you think it will help.

[It may a little, but most of what he's feeling now is from weariness, blood loss, a little sickness, and the cuts on his wings that are unfortunately not as easily healed as the rest of him is.]

It will help. Even if it just makes you more comfortable.

[Because her half-truth is that she's only strong enough herself for a Ply, and a weak one at that. But it should take the edge off of the sickness and any pain he's in.]

[He gives a nod and lets the magic do its effect, while trying to relax along with it.]

[When she's through with the magic, she smiles again and pats his hand]

I can go, and let you sleep. [although he is free to protest.]

[He opens one eye and glances at her.]

You don't have to go. [But she doesn't have to stay either. He's stuck in a bed. He's not very entertaining here.]

As long as I'm not disturbing you. Is there anything I can get for you?

[Well he doesn't want to put her out, but there are those vending machines in the dome, so...]

I'm allowed to drink some soda, right?

I don't see why not.

[not knowing much at all about soda other than the taste.]

You could get us some, yeah? There's some machines out in the middle of the dome. They're not too hard to use.

[... he hopes. He's from the computer age. Mia, not so much.]

All right. I'll see what I can do.

[it might take her ten minutes to figure it out. But she has the forethought to also find him a cup to drink from. And she will come back with...one green bottle and one brown bottle.]

[In the meantime, Kurt at least gets to sit up in bed and poke around in the journal and ask some questions. After she's back, he at least looks a little better.]

So which one's mine?

[it's good to see him looking better]

Ah...whichever one you would like.

Okay... let's go with the green one, then.

[He could use the caffeine.]

[the green one gets poured into the cup for him. He's already sitting up, at least.]

[A cup, huh? He could have handled it in a bottle, but he figures it's a culture thing or something.]

Thanks, Mia. [He takes a sip.] So... what's your home like? [It's an abrupt question, sure, but they're going to be here for awhile and he really doesn't know that much about her yet.]

My home? ...It's a town in the north called Imil. It's very cold there.

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