Day 38: Sun Room

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Matt had to bite his tongue hard to keep from insisting he would be perfectly comfortable in the library, really, and could he please stop being led around like freaking cattle? As the nurse drew him into the empty Sun Room, the answer to that seemed to be a resounding 'No'.

Great.

He was given the usual talk of 'be nice', 'maybe someone will come back and you'll have someone to talk to' and the strangely sincere 'we're getting a few books in braille, they just haven't arrived yet'. He was sure he believed that one, but it would be nice to not be singled out for a change.

Reminded him of grammar school actually.

What a coincidence, he hadn't been fond of grammar school either. Settling back on the seat he'd found himself in, the Daredevil closed his eyes and debated on the merits of a nap as he listened to the occasional person stop by and scribble something down before leaving. A message board or something? He'd have to ask someone about that.

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Artemis, probably equally awkwardly, wrapped his non-needled hand around Badou's shoulder. He took a few deep breaths, feeling grounded once again by the presence of a physical body. He didn't feel like a bunch of thoughts floating in a sea of indiscernible... thought and feeling.

"Better," he said, nodding. "Much better. I'll work on the ice cream."

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Badou pulled back a bit once Artemis felt better and rested a hand on his head, not ruffling his hair - yet. "And the stuffed rabbit?"

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Artemis smirked, "I'll make you one myself. Maybe use these clothes. They're ruined after all, by the smoke smell," he joked. Brace for hair ruffling...

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Badou left Artemis' head alone for all of the second it took for his hand to move down to the boy's cheek instead and pinch it, as Artemis so hated. "Jerk. See if I ever let you cut my head open."

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"Oww!" Artemis sat up straighter (at least, as much as was possible in a back brace), trying to alleviate the pain in his face. He hated this, possibly more than having his hair ruffled.

"Faihne," Artemis said through a stretched cheek. "Schee if I le' you keep the ligh'er."

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"Fine, see if I don't just roll you into the lake and leave you there." He gave Artemis' cheek a little pull, slow enough that Artemis could follow the movement with his head and not get hurt too much...but he couldn't imagine it was pleasant.

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"Ow, ow, ow...!" Artemis moved with Badou's hand, pushing himself up on the wheelchair arms. "All righ', all righ', le's compromisch. You don' throw me in sha lake, I'll give you sha ligh'er and cannibalishe a cushion in 'ere fo' sha rabbi'. Faihr?"

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"Aww, that's so sweet I'll let you forgo the rabbit." Badou let him go and patted his cheek. "Hey, look at that, you've got more colour in your face already. I must be great for your health."

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Artemis sat back down in his chair, wondering why on earth these nurses would let Badou haul him up by his face, and not do anything about it. The boy rubbed his cheek, trying to restore blood to it.

"If anything, you're aggravating a pre-existing condition."

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Badou was wondering that himself, but maybe the nurses just hated Artemis a little more than they hated him. Which, admittedly, would be a feat.

"Technicalities." He waved it off, totally unimportant. "I probably did you a favour. If you keep on with that sour look your face will freeze like that."

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"So now you're my secondary therapist and my facial expressions manager, as well as my control group. I hope you don't expect me to pay you extra to treat me like your nephew or grandchild," Artemis said, still cradling his throbbing cheek. It better not leave a mark...

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"My union certainly does. Treating you like my favourite nephew is part of the benefits package. It's all in the paperwork, Arty." Grandkid? Please. Grandkids got spoiled and treated to cookies occasionally. Badou intened to do no such thing. "You should really look at these things before you sign them."

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Artemis frowned, playing along for now. "I didn't sign anything. And if you've tried to forge my signature, I'll know in an instant. Besides," he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't consider having my face pulled on a 'benefit'."

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"Maybe not for you." Badou grinned, unrepentant as always. "If it makes you feel any better, it's pretty entertaining to me."

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Artemis sighed--he'd clearly been defeated in this round. There was no convincing Badou of anything.

"Yes, yes, my day is complete knowing that I have entertained you in some way shape or form."

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Well, now they were one for one. It was probably a good idea to quit while the score was even. "I'll keep that in mind. You going to be ok for lunch?"

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Artemis' sour expression moved slowly into a small smile. "Most likely not, but I'll find someone who won't kill me for crying into... whatever we're eating today.

"Thank you, by the way. There aren't many people who know how to pull me out of things like this."

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Badou found the ceiling suddenly absolutely fascinating. "Well, if you ever need to sob hysterically into my shirt you're welcome to that too."

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Artemis tilted his head slightly and looked up at where Badou was supposedly looking. ...there wasn't anything there, as far as he could tell.

"Careful, I may take you up on that offer. What are we looking at?"

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Badou looked back down again and reached over to push Artemis' head back down and ruffle his hair. He couldn't decide if that was a real question or if Artemis was just being a jerk because Badou failed at emotions. "Nothing. Make sure you eat something too, ok?"

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Artemis felt a slight twinge of discomfort as his attempt to slouch out of Badou's accursed hair-ruffling attack failed. Back braces did that, apparently--made it impossible to bend one's back.

"I will," Artemis promised, scowling again. If he had to comb out giant knots, he would blame Badou. "As much as I'm able, at least. Post-op patients don't tend to have the stomach for much food, but I'll do my best."