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It had been a couple days since Kit had been admitted to hospital, and as far as he was aware, he was showing no signs of being fit for release. From what he could remember, at the very least his ribs had been broken and his lungs were bruised, causing his laboured breathing. He’d had a spot of internal bleeding that they wanted to keep a check on and hopefully avoid surgery. Not to mention the split lip, swollen eye, and array of bruises upon his face making him look like Frankenstein’s new monster.
The elephant in the room though, and probably the one that Kit one the most embarrassed about, was his fairly obvious drug addiction. The doctors and nurses had picked up on it almost immediately after the first round of test results came back, and the first few days had been rough to say the least. They had sedated him to help ease the withdrawal process, but that didn’t stop the vivid and horridly unpleasant dreams creeping into his mind each time he tried to sleep, causing them to place him in soft restraints - for their safety and his.
So it was safe to say Kit was sitting uncomfortably at rock bottom, his eyes barely open as he listened to the buzz from the TV of some dull daytime TV show. “Welcome to my humble abode.” he mumbled, not even turning his head to greet the person who had stepped inside his room.
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There had been a lot of random pacing through the hospital because fuck, she hated hospitals, but she wanted to make sure she was here the next time he woke up. She wasn’t family or an emergency contact so she had relied on Sawyer to tell her what the hell was going on with her friend. The next time she walked pasted his room, she realized he was awake and immediately entered. Her eyes looked over him and somehow the difference between see him now and through the blinded window of his room earlier hit her. There was a ... protectiveness to Kaya that most people didn’t know exist and so the fact that anyone thought they could get away with this made her blood boil.
She slowly stepped forward, face staying relatively deadpan at his comment. “Honestly, Kit, what the fuck?” she finally said, not even sure if he knew it was her there. She had his phone in her back pocket, something she did as soon as his little problem was brought up to her. He may be hurting but that didn’t mean she had to make it easy for him. “Please tell me that the guys who did this are not still breathing,” she was now standing at the side of his hospital bed and looking over him with her arm’s crossed. For as blunt as she was being, it hurt her to see him like this.












