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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[walking_napalm]

Liz had thought it might be hard to sleep in the room where she spent the last week suffering nightmares while trapped in Milliways and, to coin a phrase, paranoid as fuck, but it turns out that when you're exhausted enough, you can sleep anywhere.

She rolls over -- and her arm flops across the mattress. She blinks and lifts her head. There's a half second of sleepy confusion before she recognizes the sound coming from the bathroom, and registers that there's a crack of light under the door. She sits up, scrubbing at her face. According to the watch that she never bothered to take off, she's been half-asleep again for an hour or two.

She glances toward the bathroom again.



Liz knocks lightly before pushing the door open. Red has one horn off already and is working on the next one. She leans in the doorway.