027. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Private//Hackable With Skillz;
Agent X0281 Cyrano, if you can understand me in in your sedative laced stupor, know that you are in good hands. Word from the New Delhi base is that your mission was a success. There was also a warning that opposing agents have been following you since Egypt. You must remain undercover.

I will do the best I can. Agent X0299 Sherlock out.
End Filter;

The patient is in a delicate, but stable condition. For now. He can't have too much excitement. The head wound from that banana cart is obviously agitated. You may speak to him. But...he may not remember you. The poor devil.

Comments

[halfed.livejournal.com]

From here? A couple of days. [His expression is proof enough that it was still too long] Loman went home for a few days too. He said he was back for a year though.

[cal-sitter.livejournal.com]

[Narrows eyes and exchanges a suspicious glance with the doctor. Loman was a codeword. Is it possible ... No. Not his own brother.]

Is it the sedatives? The memory loss? Is that why I can't make sense of things, Doctor?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You hit your head. Hard. The memory loss is a side effect. There's nothing I can do for it. With luck and rest, some memories will be recovered.

[halfed.livejournal.com]

You'll be fine once it's midnight.

[He slumps back in the seat again, bored. They're just going to keep going in circles at this rate.]

Jesus, Cyrano. I thought you were hard enough to deal with at the best of times.

[cal-sitter.livejournal.com]

[Tenses upon hearing "Cyrano." How can his brother know the codename? He can't have been compromised. Niko doesn't want to believe it.

If protocol's been followed, there should be a gun concealed on the side of the mattress. Out of sight, Niko's left hand reaches for it.]

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You don't seem so concerned about your brother?

[halfed.livejournal.com]

[Completely oblivious to their actions, Cal glances up to House]

Why would I be? As long as you don't kill him before midnight, he'll be fine.

[cal-sitter.livejournal.com]

[Maybe he's overreacting. Maybe ... A plan forms.]

Doctor, I'd like to go home with my brother. Tonight. Can I do that?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

If that is truly want. I wouldn't advise it. You are in healthy enough condition. A hospital room would be ideal if you should have some sort of relapse.

[halfed.livejournal.com]

[Home...sounded like a very good idea right about then]

He'll be okay till midnight though, right?

[cal-sitter.livejournal.com]

I'll be fine.

[pointed look at Agent Sherlock]

Would you please fill out the paperwork?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Alright. We will be in contact.

[halfed.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. [It's muttered under his breath]

[That answered that then, Cal stands up, pushing the seat away to give Niko space to get up.]