Milliways - Room 4204

[bprd_agent_red]

Spending a night and day in the infirmary, Hellboy was over the sterile environment, too small bed, and antiseptic smells of the hospital room, and well enough to make the trip upstairs to the room he and Liz share, and so they went up and settled in there for rest and recovery.

Mostly rest.

After making it to the cluttered room and sprawling out on the over-sized mattress, Red closed his eyes and slept on through the next day. Stirring rarely, sometimes moving or mumbling, but otherwise dead to the world.

Now, as evening breaks into night and Liz dozes, Red's side of the bed is empty.

The door to the bathroom is cracked, and from inside comes the hushed sounds of steady sawing.

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[bprd_agent_red]

He gives a small nod, feeling less than thrilled about all of this.

Trying to bolster something, he says, "The guy's just lucky someone else took care of him, instead of me."

[walking_napalm]

She smiles with one corner of her mouth. Looking up: "Yeah."

[bprd_agent_red]

He mirrors that smile, knowing the same could be said regarding her, as well.

Having that support, and knowing she'd have set on fire the cause of all this for him, goes a long way to making him feel better.

"Thanks."

[walking_napalm]

The other side of her mouth tips up, too.

"What do you say we go track down that rat?" she asks.

[bprd_agent_red]

"Sure."

That sounds like a great plan to him.

[walking_napalm]

She leverages herself off his shoulder when she gets up; runs her hand down his arm and flashes him a quick, tiny smile before turning away to find where she kicked her boots.

The last week and a half has been fraught and frightening, even by the standards that Liz's life generally sets, and there are still way too many unanswered sobering questions looming for her to feel precisely relaxed, but -- they're here. They're walking and talking. They can go home. Right now, that's enough for Liz.

She shoves her feet into her boots and glances to Red. "Ready?" she asks.

[bprd_agent_red]

He rummages around the mess and finds a shirt to pull on. His movements are still stiff as he pulls the black T-shirt over his head, and he grunts as he tugs it down over his midsection.

"I wanna know what the heck those sticker things were." And maybe who plugged him with them.

Pants and boots come next, and then he nods and joins her when he's ready.

"That rat better be packing plenty of syrup."