Scene #1926: In Saint Diego's Ward

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Taro	One thing that Neo Arcadia Temple Hospital has that the Citdel's medical complex does not - a nice view. (Also arguably the holoicons of SHODAN, but the view most definitely.) The city continues on about its business outside the windows in the brightness of midmorning. Nine whether he was expecting it or not has received excellent care even if Taro hasn't been able to provide it personally. The poking and prodding has been kept to a minimum, and whatever it seems he needs, or even wants within reason, is provided. With a great deal of deference, no less. Though they would have at least tried to get him into medical pyjamas...how well that went over, well... Taro of course has also been receiving excellent care. It seems that while the Bishop Engineer himself was not overly alarmed or upset over the loss of an arm, those caring for him have taken his injuries much more seriously. He's tried to not grumble too much over it, and he's been a dutiful patient and spent his time in his podbed resting or reading.
No. 9	It is a nice view, and it is a bit surprising how kindly everyone is to him. Nine's a bit more used to people getting a bit frownyfaced, petty and vindictive when not under the big man's eyes. After all, he's ugly, twisty, smells bad and is kind of a dick to people, so it's not unexpected, and he usually nips them back for their trouble- but the folks here have been nothing but kind. It's kind of unnerving for the big guy. He even submitted to the medical jammies, much as he hates them. He slept a lot though, and didn't make a lot of demands, other than food, and that's only when he needed it. Well, that and his game boy from his room, playing some stupid game or other when he was awake, waiting for Taro to not be hurt anymore. He seems... edgy, and only nipped at someone once, when they had to pull something out of the neck port and it hit the edge and hurt. It's like Operation kids, don't touch the sides. But he'd released the sleeve, and even brushed it off, looking apologetic. He's been increasingly edgy though, worried for his friends, pestering after him. After a little while, one might suggest he go visit him, or he'd get the idea himself.
Taro	Every time that Nine asked, he would have been assured that Taro was on the mend and that a new arm was being fabricated for him. A routine procedure around here, really. No reason to worry, though of course prayers were being said for his swift recovery. And yes, at some point, one of the two nurses who have been looking after him would have told him when his friend was up to seeing visitors, and surely some company would cheer him. When Nine does arrive, Taro still looks a bit worse for wear, but his hair is combed and...well, it looks like Nine's not the only one subjected to medical pyjamas. Some indiginities are universal. There's no smile of course when he turns his head as the door opens, but he makes a pleased sound at seeing Nine there. "You're up and about? Good."
No. 9	He would wait till he could have people over. He wouldn't have left him like that. He wouldn't. It wouldn't be right. He seems to be dressed in medical jammies and one of the curtains that separates the beds, gently ripped off it's pegs and wrapped around him like a shroud. Because medical jammies, dammit. He nods, sort of padding over, stopping near the pod. "Yea I'm fine, what about you though? You aint exactly been through a walk through a shiny april mornin ya know, you were crunched up and spit out by a car accident man."
Taro	Taro is tethered by a wire plugged into the I/O port in his left wrist, but that does not stop him from raising his hand up to his larger friend. The only hand he can offer just now, as his other sleeve remains empty and flat. "I'm sturdier than I look. The arm is...being bothersome. Vicar Acacia is being very thorough and refuses to let me have it until it meets her satisfaction." He sounds almost amused by that. Then, a pause. "...Is that a curtain?"
No. 9	A glance down. "Um. No. It was a... ...robe. They, had. Attached. To the. Ceiling yes it was a curtain, but it isn't anymore. It's the only thing keeping my ass from flashin the unfortunate populace." Grump Grump Grump. A cough. "Your arm should be right, right as rain, as right as we can get it."
Taro	Taro makes an amused sound. Not so much at Nine but as how he's handled avoiding that particular embarrassment. "I'll make a note to find a robe to your size." He reaches out to give the Golem a reassuring pat on the forearm. "So she said. In other words, but the same sentiment." Then, he moves to sit up further. "And you? You've been treated well, I hope?"
No. 9	Yeah, thanks. Is it jest me or is medical jammies like, designed, t' make ya feel vulnerable r' what?" A groughing huff, and he rubs his arm, metal scraping on metal. "They been real good t' me, I dun get it. You aint watchen em and yet they aint fuckin with me r' nuthin."
Taro	"They know how important you are," Taro answers, as if that explained everything. In his mind, it does. He casts a glance down at himself and his own set of standard-issue pyjamas. "These are more dignified than some I've seen..." That doesn't stop him from bringing his hand back down to hitch up his blanket just a little higher around him. "Still, one would think there's a better balance between dignity and accessibility."
No. 9	A thin barking laugh, and he nods. "They do seem t' care, which is nice, but yeahh, all th' same, still kinda discomforting..." A pause, looking down, at Taro, his eyes sad and worried. "Are you, sure, yer okay? You were inna accident. You need annathin? Sum broth, some tea? Someone t' go find those guys n' kick their heads in?"
Taro	"I will be fine," Taro says, his tone all assurance. "As I said, I am sturdier than I look." He rests his hand on his chest, overtop the blanket. "My core is undamaged, which is the most important thing." Tea? "Mm...well, if it is no bother, a pot of tea -would- be nice..."
No. 9	Nine nods, and now it's his turn to start puttering about. There's an opening of the door, some barked requests, and then after a bit, a water heater. He begins going through the motions of a pot of tea, doing the work himself, brow furroughed in concentration, hm. Hm. Hrf. There we... go, and then, set to steeping, the Golem crouches down near him, chin on the edge of the bed. "As long as yer sure..."
Taro	Taro does not fuss or try to direct. Nine does know how to brew tea, and he will not second-guess. No, he merely lies back and enjoys the sounds and smells of preparation. "We will hunt them down and root them out," he says after Nine returns to his bedside. "I will not allow Sir Hellsing's enemies to go unpunished for this." He's more circumspect here in how he refers to his Master, but the tone of respect remains when he says her name.
No. 9	Nine nods, his expression grave, serious and tight. "Absolutely. After yer recovered an they give me a clean billa health, we'll go kick their teeth in." He fusses with the tea, and the setting is remarkably... precise, as he comes back, settling down nearby. Seems he's made himself some too, since it seems to calm him down a bit, and he's a bit agitated, worrying about his friend.
Taro	Taro gives an approving nod and a "Thank you" at the tea service, in both senses of the phrase. Mindful of the tethering data wire, he reaches for his cup and brings it up to just under his nose. He savors the aroma for a long moment. "We'll need to track them down first." Then, he sips. "They can hide, but not forever."