[Open--particularly to those who know Oliver, or might randomly come across him in a hospital]

[olliequeen]

Oliver had only been in the hospital for a day (and not a full one at that) and he was more than ready to get out. Despite the fact that he'd lost enough blood a transfusion had to be performed, and the fact that he was in a great deal of pain (which he wasn't about to readily admit), he just wanted to go home.

But to no avail. Dr. Hamilton informed him he'd be there at least a couple more days before he'd have his freedom back.

"I hate hospitals," he grumbled, flipping through the TV channels once more.

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[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

She laughed lightly and moved in, pulling the visitor's chair close to the bed. "I will give it that."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He smiled at her. "How was the wedding?" he asked curiously, studying her.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

"It was beautiful. Never had the opportunity to go to a wedding like that before. It was a good way to relax, too." She would have brought him a cupcake, but they wouldn't have stayed good this long. She did manage one better. "I brought you a cookie. It's not homemade but I only had time to stop somewhere on the way here."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He grinned. "Never look a gift-cookie in the mouth." He took it from her. "How'd you know I was here?" he asked curiously.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

She nods. "You forget who I used to be. Information is one of my specialties. You weren't there when I got back so I asked around. No one told me what happened though."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

Somehow he wasn't entirely surprised by either of those admissions. He drew in a breath, knowing he couldn't tell her the full story on how he'd ended up in a hospital bed--because those weren't his secrets to share. "Well, it wasn't human," he said wryly. That was true enough.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

She looked down. "It wasn't because of my problems, was it?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"No," he said quickly, shaking his head. He reached out and put a hand on her arm. "It wasn't the same thing that was after you. Trust me, Bela."

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

Nodding again, and looking slightly relieved, if still worried, she placed her other hand over his. "All right. But if there's anything I can do to help, tell me, okay?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"I will." He gazed at her for a moment. "The thing that got me...it's been taken care of," he assured her. "So mostly I just have to deal with being here for the next couple of days. Unless I can manage to break out, in which case no doubt Chloe will drag me back anyway." He smiled a bit.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

"Then I'll be on her side. You look worse off than I was. I'll work on those homemade cookies when I'm not keeping you company, though. In the meantime..." Holds up the deck of cards. "Are you bored?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He grinned at her words. "Name the game," he responded, amused.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

She pulls out the cards and shuffles thoughtfully. "We'll ply Rummy again. I have to try to earn back some of my lost dignity. But if you beat me as bad as you did last time, I'm bringing a board game on my next visit." Teasing.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He chuckled. "Can't remember the last time I played a board game," he informed her.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

"Neither do I, so we'll be even matched." Matter of fact as she deals.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He chuckled a little at her focus, and then he picked up his cards. "Good to know."