✞11 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[✝]Daniel 12:2

And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake.
Some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.[✝]

[☨]It's late by now, and by the time the camera flickers on to spy on the man, it's already a little too dark in the room to see. Light from the hospital hallway gives a dim view of Maxwell drearily coming in and out of sleep. With a moan he rolls over, not wanting to wake up, but at the same time, not wanting to go back to dreaming that dream again. Shifting, he hears the bed give an unfamiliar creak, and as meticulous as he was, he knew..[☨]

This isn't my bed.

[☨]Dizzily he sat up in the dark, glancing with contemptible disdain to the blinking screen.[☨]

Oh will you get behind me already? I don't know where I am, and you're the last thing I want to see.

[☨]Curling his finger, he gives the screen a flick, snapping if off.[☨]


((ooc: Abel-mun, say he went back to sleep, and he can awake to find Abel there for whenever you get back! <3 ))

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[madwashu.livejournal.com]

Washu notices the frequency and decides to go check up on one of her latest patients.

It's not long before she's in the doorway of his hospital room.

"Welcome to the hospital."

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Rubbing his head with a light sigh, he briefly contemplated his next move from here... but his throbbing head and bruised gut halted any thought of scheming right there. Adjusting to the dimness of the room he looked towards the door to see a .. crab-haired, woman?]

Ah.. buongiorno, miss?

[He had the clear signs of a man who looked like he did belong here, or at least thought so, but escape at the moment was the last thing on his mind.]

I'm not in any sort of.. pandemic, am I?

[madwashu.livejournal.com]

Was that .. Italian? Of course it would have to be one of the Earth languages she was unfamiliar with. No matter, she could easily figure out what the word was by the English words it was paired with.

Nope~! You were brought in here for treatment by Little Abel~! Such a nasty ulcer to treat too. You really must be careful with your health~!

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

An ulcer?

[He blinked in surprise, ignoring the comment on that.. Abel fellow.]

So that's what all that blood--

[As he muttered he flicked out his handkerchief which had earlier been covered in it by accident. He usually used it just to breathe through when the incense in the cathedrals got too intense.. but now. Oh it was ruined.]

I can't imagine what caused it, I've been taking fine care of myself.

[As much as this hellhole allowed him. Yet nothing could seem to cure his high-strung attitude towards it all that caused the irritation in the first place.]

[madwashu.livejournal.com]

Stress.

At that she gives him a very flat look. Oh she had noticed his last posts on the com. She tends to keep track of what goes on around her, despite her work.

Which means you really need to relax.

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[Highly disturbed by this he twitched a brow.]

How does anyone in their right minds relax in a place like this?

[He twisted the blanket in his lap just to have the fine feeling of strangling something.]

I may as well be thrown back in Midian.

[madwashu.livejournal.com]

[Now that got a raised eyebrow from the small scientist. So he was normally this high strung? That would explain the ulcer. She watched as he nearly strangled the blanket in his lap as he spoke]

People manage it. Get a hobby. It's tension and stress like the kind you are exhibiting now that leads up to your current condition along with poor eating habits and lack of rest.

I'm sure there is something around here that you could do to relax.

Action!

[13sugars.livejournal.com]

[Abel had only arrived just after the man had dropped back off to sleep again, worried about him of course. How could he not be? Anderson seemed to care so much about him, and now that he was gone... well, someone had to take care of the man.

And so he sat down, and waited... and waited..... and slowly but surely... dropped off to sleep in the room as well, propped up in the chair as he nodded off... Well, it was a rather comfortable little room, after all.]

Action!

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[The archbishop awoke again, forcing himself to snap his eyes open when just the hint of his sleep became inveiled in that dream. He sat up slowly, and noticed a tall dark figure seated at his side.

Maxwell's heart suddenly ached, remembering all those times he had become a casualty of Iscariot's war on unbelievers. Always would he wake up, bound in bandages, with his ward seated at his side, ready to escort him home.]

Anderson...

[He muttered to himself as his vision cleared in the darkness, and that blond hair he envisioned turned to silver, and those gray robes turned to black. Knitting his brows in bemuse, he arched his knees up, threading his hands together on top of them as he stared at the sleeping form of Father Nightroad.]

Why?

Action!

[13sugars.livejournal.com]

[It wasn't anywhere near Anderson, save for faith. No scarred giant, or devoted follower, or old friend. A silent watcher would more define him. A quiet caretaker who would see no harm come to anyone. Not even those who he was less than thrilled about, not even those who would better serve him as an enemy.

There was a slight movement in the chair. His keen hearing was sharp enough to detect that, and it was enough to wake him from his light slumber. The bright turquoise was what met the ivy green, and he raised a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, pushing his glasses out of the way.]

Oh... You're awake. How are you feeling, your Excellency? [As ever, polite and formal]

Action!

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

I'm... alive.

[Another non-conforming answer. He didn't feel good, nor terrible. Purgatory like this was a normalcy for him, yet for once, it wasn't very comforting. Flitting his placid gaze up to the man, he posed what had been itching at him earlier when the doctor had informed him that Abel had brought him there.]

Have they asked you to monitor me?

Action!

[13sugars.livejournal.com]

[Abel stretched out a bit, doing his best not to hit the bed as he did so. Those limbs were long, he'd like to avoid knocking the man around at all in his state. The question... got him a bit confused, actually. Well, at least, that was what it looked like.]

Hm? ... They who? No one asked me to watch over you in the hospital. I came because I wanted to.

Action!

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Hellsing.

[His accusation wasn't without merit of course.]

I know in some way you're communing with them, it's only natural they'd send an emissary of sorts.

[However his neutral tone of voice sounded neither damning or disturbed by the matter.]

[super-overlord.livejournal.com]

...what are you, some kind of priest?

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

An Archbishop to be more precise, yes.

[super-overlord.livejournal.com]

...Greeeeeeeeeeat... A catholic. Just what I needed...

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Not a fan, are we? A pity, that.

[super-overlord.livejournal.com]

Considering the Church has made my job a living Hell? ...well, figuratively anyway... it already was literally...

...anyway, yea. Catholics and demons don't typically get along, now do they?

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

My, my, certainly not.

Yet neither am I in the habit of communing with demons, unless strictly necessary for the preservation of the church.

HAY BUDDAY -text-

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

Another accident?

-Video/Text-

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

You again!?

[Text]

No, I'm perfectly fine. And armed.

[A lie.]

-Text-

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

Which is why you are in a hospital room.

[Oh, he knows you're lying.]

-Text-

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

Yes!

And no.

It's a follow-up.

-Text-

[ksuriuri-san.livejournal.com]

Oh?

What kind of follow up has to stay in the hospital bed overnight? Twenty four hour surveillance is not the kind of treatment merited towards those who are 'fine'.

-Text-

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

What are you spying on me now!?