Karkota rested his head on his fist. Watching the twins carefully. He wouldn't judge them if they'd dragged him out with them. After all, leaving him with someone unable of actually watching him, that could be a recipe for disaster. Of course he wasn't gonna leave. But its not like they knew that.
Cinthia nodded at Tessa and waved goodbye, then closed the door behind her as the twins left.
Tessa flopped back onto her back once again, heaving a sigh. "Great. So two people shot me. One was to kill, and the other was a warning. Not sure how I feel about that."
"Wonder what the warning was?" Karkota cocked his head in thought. "Who'd ta piss off most recently?" He said it as a joke. But in a way ment it. "Enough for anyone to be warning you At least."
She lazily gestured to the door. "I piss off everybody, but Cin said it was that family. I forgot who it was…" she mumbled and rolled onto her side once again, curling the covers under her chin.
"You need to rest." Karkota got comfortable in his chair. Completly ready to go back to sleep. Even if it would take him a while. "Sleep. You need it. You where shot."
She half-heartedly stuck her tongue out at him. "You're not supposed to be the one allowed to dish out orders, Mr. Kota." She used the shortened version of his name that he had given to Angel without thought, and she still didn't register what she had said. Her mind was growing groggy.
(Hey so I may or may not be gone for a really long time/the whole summer. of course I'll pop on from time to time/late in the night/early in the morning. I'm super sorry and don't want to see this die. Again, so sorry. See you when I get back!)
((It's alright! I totally understand! Hope you have a great summer! I'll see you when you get back))
(Found some free time!)
Karkota rolled his eyes, a small chuckle escaping him. He didn't care that she'd used his nickname. Most of his friends called him kota, and what was the harm in making a new friend? Especially if that new friend was his captor. "Just get some rest." He mumbled, not really willing to fight with her.
(Woo!)
Tessa huffed dramatically and rolled over, wincing slightly at the stab of pain the action brought. "Fine, fine. But only because I'm tired, and not because you're telling me to," she grumbled. She adjusted her hips and legs to a more comfortable position, but it was kinda hard to get comfortable when you got a healing bullet wound in your stomach and calf.
"Fine." Even though Karkota thought it'd be hard to fall asleep again, it really wasn't. Her words hit his ears and he was out. The chair was uncomfortable, and it was rather squeaky. But that wasn't gonna stop him.
(Skip till morning or do you have something planed?)
((I got nothing. Hospital scenes are usually uneventful))
(Yeah pretty much. So just skip till morning? Or skip to when Tessa is outta the hospital?)
((Hmm, I'd say skip to when she's out. You want me to start or you?))
(Yeah totally lets do that, and could you start?)
((Sure thing))
Tessa sat on the hospital bed after pulling up her leggings, then grabbed the (fashionably) tattered and cropped sweater and pulled it over her head, yanking it down. She was finally being discharged. Cinthia and Wolf had come in on the occasion to check in on her, and they had kept her from trying to get out early. She hated hospitals and claimed she hated the twins for forcing her to stay, but she–and they–knew that she viewed them as family and could never truly hate them.
She slipped on her sandals and waited for Karkota to come back, kicking her legs back and forth as she idly stared out the window.
Karkota honestly had no idea how long it'd take her to get ready. And while he was basically just roaming the hospital, he was pretty sure he'd gotten lost somewhere along the way. Gosh, it was almost like the made hospitals mazes on purpose. "Excuse me," he called to a nurse before asking for directions back to Tessa's room. The nurse kindly told him to take a few lefts, go down a floor and then a right. And even though he was still very confused, he went on his way.
"Are you ready?" He asked through the door, knocking lightly. It'd taken him a while to find his way back, especially since he decided to grab a wheelchair on the way. Healed or not, Karkota wasn't ready to take chances with Tessa's wounds yet.
She turned around, then stood, rolling her shoulders and testing out her leg. Minimal pain. She could deal with minimal pain. "Yeah, I'm good," she said, opening the door and coming face to face with Karkota. She had no clue what to do with him now. He had saved her life, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, and she had actually started to care about him during the time that he was supposed to be under her watch. When he had every right and chance to escape, he didn't (except the one, but that doesn't count in her book).
Karkota was stunned for a moment. Why? He didn't really know. But there was something, even if he didn't quite know what it was. "Great!" He said with a smile taking an awkward step back. "I got you a wheelchair. I didn't know if your leg was gonna be good enough to walk on or not." Karkota gestured to it. "Though I wouldn't risk it, so I do suggest the chair."
She crossed her arms and put most of her weight on her uninjured leg. "You should know by now I'm not using that thing," she said with a hint of amusement, her lips twitching up in a slight smile. Despite her aversion to everything related to hospitals and white lab coats, she seemed oddly at ease at the moment.
"Can you stop being stubborn for like five (5) minutes?" Karkota rolled his eyes, though honestly he didn't mind. Her being stubborn was what made being around her so much fun. Being the heir to his own group ment most any one did as he said, and though sometimes it had its benefits, being defyed was something new. "I'm not moving untill you do." He grinned, almost challenging her.
She smirked and did a little dramatic twirl, grinning brightly at him once she was facing him once again. "There. I moved." Her hair had fallen into her face when she did the twirl, but she didn't seem to mind, as she didn't make a move to brush it away. Surprisingly, her leg didn't hurt that much when she did the movement, and her stomach didn't hurt much either. I guess hospitals are good for a few things…
(I don't officially start my internship untill next month, so I should be here for the rest of June.)
Karkota stared at her dumbfounded for a second. Trying to figure out what she ment, but when it hit him he chuckled. Rolling his eyes again. "Not what I ment." But he didn't try and push the topic any further. He knew if she didn't want to get in the wheelchair, she wouldn't. He'd probably have been the same way.
Karkota was tempted to reach out and push her hair from her face. Though he figured he'd probably lose his hand if he did, so he didn't. "Your friends meeting us down stairs?"
(Sweet! And good luck with your internship! I, on the other hand, won't be very active next week as I'm going on vacation)
Her grin turned sarcastically sweet when he said that her twirl wasn't what he had meant. "You said I had to move, so I moved. Not my fault you left a loophole." She booped his nose and brushed by him, her limp slight but still there. "And yeah, Cin and Wolf'll be downstairs to take us to the hideout. We'll be with them and Demitri, but it's huge and we all tend to stick to ourselves, so you won't see them very much. On the plus side, Cin's a really good cook, and Wolf knows how to make some hella good desserts."