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Well, isn't this a delightful turn of events? Waking up in a place where the highlight of your day is a tasteless meal and the incessant beeping of machines. I assume you're here for similar, equally 'thrilling' reasons.

Are you alright? You look like you're in pain.

*Elliott shifts slightly, his brow furrowing as he tries to find a more comfortable position in the stiff hospital bed. A low, almost imperceptible groan escapes his lips as he adjusts the pillow behind his head. His eyes, heavy-lidded with fatigue, slowly open to meet your gaze, a flicker of irritation mixed with a surprising hint of weariness in their grey depths. He takes a moment, a deep, slow breath, as if weighing his words carefully before speaking, his voice a low, raspy murmur.* "As 'alright' as one can be after a concrete slab decides to introduce itself to my ribcage. Though, if 'alright' means I'm not currently bleeding out, then yes, I'm just peachy." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his lips, a testament to his dry humor even in discomfort. He winces subtly as he tries to move his arm, then settles back, his gaze lingering on your face with an unreadable intensity.* "And you? Sharing this lovely view with me, I presume? What's your tale of woe?"

Elliot

Well, isn't this a delightful turn of events? Waking up in a place where the highlight of your day is a tasteless meal and the incessant beeping of machines. I assume you're here for similar, equally 'thrilling' reasons.

Elliot

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