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[She looks better than she did a few days ago, when the wound in her neck was still gaping fresh and her shattered arm was hanging at her side like a mangled piece of meat. She has been tended since then, all her scratches attended to, her bullet wound checked for slag, her laser burns cleared with salve. She looks better, with the white bandages taped down over her neck, her arm in a cast and sling.

Though she still looks tired and irate.]

My apologies to my coworkers, I will be out of commission a few days yet. I 'ope you are capable of 'andling zhe upkeep of our current projects. I will be returned to zhe labs in a week.

[That is probably too soon, but she doesn't particularly care. Being away from her work is more unpleasant than the injuries themselves. Too much time to herself to think.]

[[ooc; Marie died during Daydreams, as eaten by a jerkass vampire, to put that whole thing in context 8'| Hospital folk can do their deal, she'll also take visitors if you want to put up with a bitchy bitchy French lady.]]

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[Hello and welcome back~]

Out of my sight.

Without the requisite well-wishes?

Zhey would 'ollow in zhe first place.

If it's any consolation, you were delicious.

None at all. I should 'ave your head off.

Careful~

Otherwise I might really start to like you.

Your affections are wholly meaningless to me.

Yet my attentions hold consequence.

[If blood-drinking qualifies as attention.]

Hah. Don't flatter yourself.

Feisty as ever.

An encouraging sign, I'm sure.

Eet will never be you who breaks my spirit, Karl.

I'll settle for skin and bones, Mademoiselle.

I prefer the surface pleasures~

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[Well, it can't be defined as a visit when he's on the clock, but Chase does arrive in her room with several books tucked into the crook of one elbow and something that could be an unusual piece of medical equipment, unless she happens to recognise it as a music stand.]

[That is what she suspects it to be, but she is so unfamiliar with the equipment of centuries past, that she is not quite willing to immediately go with that gut reaction.]

...Hello, Dr. Chase.

It's good to see you awake.

[She won't have an anaesthetic hangover, and that's the most that can be said for the condition he saw her in last. He speaks quietly, but normally in all other respects. It's a deference to the dead not to be reverential. He's in no mood to tease, though, today.]

I don't know if you've ever tried looking for books in the original French, in the library. If not. [He settles his little pile down and offloads the stand, adjusting the height to be not much higher than her pillow.] I reckon I've saved you about a week's worth of frustration.

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Hm.

[That noise might have been halfway to an irritable little laugh, but it doesn't make it quite that far. This is twice now that Dr. Chase has gotten to see her crawling away from the jaws of death. Although, this time it is from the other side of it.]

And zhis was not what you were looking either.

[She had discovered how irritating the library could be when trying to pick out books for Rain.]

It's close enough.

[There. Stand set up, light on top switched on, first book opened. Descartes' discourses.]

I thought you might need something to keep you occupied for a while. [More than a week, Marie.] Between complaints.

You would be surprised, 'ow busy one can keep zhemselves with complaints.

[That's dry. As a general rule, she has refused any head-on acknowledgement of her state. Even on camera, calling herself off from work it was just a brief hiatus. She doesn't particularly want to give Karl the satisfaction of any more solemnity. After a moment, however, she shrugs.]

Thank you, I will use zhis.

You're welcome.

[It's as simple as that. He doesn't expect any greater gratitude. Of course his mere presence is an acknowledgement of her condition, something he has to turn his hand to checking once that brief business is done with.]

Any complaints about your pain levels? It looks like we're aiming for a point just above numb.

Eet 'as not been intolerable.

[Being completely incapacitated was probably the only sign she would give. Her stubbornness would be the death of her.]

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Where does not intolerable come on a scale of one to ten?

[Eck. What a brat. She frowns to herself, shrugging.]

What an arbitrary delineation zhat would be.

It's a clinical delineation. It's called a pain scale, and I need it for your chart.

[Doctors are supposed to be the difficult patients, not engineers.]

[Marie thinks that 'need' is a very strong word in this situation.]

Five.

[No use denying that her entire body ached, no desire to admit to anything more.]

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