Falke
Whilst Finn sleeps, Falke keeps watch, letting the morphine keep the Spylgass in deep sleep, an IV line keeping him hydrated for now - and yes, close attention is paid to make sure he doesn’t rip it out. Nutrients, however, are a problem, and it’s obvious that Finn needs to eat soon, so the Fixer has foregone his next painkiller dose in the hopes that he’ll rouse and be hungry. Or at least able to force something down.
His glove has already given him a lot of information - the only thing to do now is try to catch Finn in a lucid state and get details, if he can.
He enters the room as Finn begins to blink his eyes, a calm smile on his face, as if everything is perfectly alright and this is normal. “Hello,” he says quietly, coming to stand at the bed side. “Good to have you back. Doctor Hart and I were worried.” They still are, of course, but he needn’t know that. The Fixer refrains from sitting down (he’s more ‘agile’ when he’s up, and can move quickly to intervene if need be), though he does his best not to loom above the patient. “Can you tell me your name? And where you are?”
His glove has already given him a lot of information - the only thing to do now is try to catch Finn in a lucid state and get details, if he can.
He enters the room as Finn begins to blink his eyes, a calm smile on his face, as if everything is perfectly alright and this is normal. “Hello,” he says quietly, coming to stand at the bed side. “Good to have you back. Doctor Hart and I were worried.” They still are, of course, but he needn’t know that. The Fixer refrains from sitting down (he’s more ‘agile’ when he’s up, and can move quickly to intervene if need be), though he does his best not to loom above the patient. “Can you tell me your name? And where you are?”
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