[A video is attached. It is once more taken from a Pokémon's perspective, though it seems the Pokémon may be sitting in a chair.
The room shown in the video is clearly a hospital room of some kind, with a single occupant. The angle of the camera makes it difficult to see the man's face, but given the contents of the last video, it can be safely assumed that it's CK.
The camera then turns enough to display Des in his white hoodie, once again at an angle to not show his entire face. Enough is visible, however, to reveal that he is frowning in concern.
Des—with a Lillipup snoozing in his lap—seems to be mostly preoccupied with scrolling aimlessly on his phone. Possibly to distract himself.
The camera swivels back toward the bed, moments before CK groans and shifts in place.
"The fuck?" he mutters.
There's a startled yip from the direction Des is in.
"Shit, sorry Leo," Des says apologetically from out of frame. "Startled the poor guy—hi, sorry about the hospital, I did not want you to bleed out on me."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," CK says. His voice is rough from disuse. "How long was I out?"
"Long enough that I was able to make a joke about you having all those knives because it was the Ides of March," Des says. "Except that doesn't exist here. Because Caesar doesn't exist here. So I sounded really stupid. But at least they were more focused on me than you having eleven knives in your bag?"
"Wait." CK snorts. "Is today the Ides of March?"
"Yeah!" Des sounds delighted that CK knows the occasion. He sounds much less delighted when he speaks again. "So... uh, yeah, you were out pretty much all of yesterday."
"And I woke up in time for the Ides of March."
CK, evidently, finds that hilarious, because he starts laughing, with a bit of a manic edge to it.
"Yeah, you sure did. Also please don't laugh too hard, you've got a ton of stitches and you don't want to tear them open—"
CK gives him a vague thumbs up, though it still takes a few moments for the laughter to taper off.
"Ow." He pauses. "Worth it."
"Just because I'd probably say the same thing if I was the one who got mauled doesn't mean I'm gonna be okay with you saying it," Des grumbles. "Anyway, welcome back to the 21st century. Anima's recording us, by the way, so don't say anything you wouldn't want the wider internet to know until it's done."
"Yeah, it likes to do that," CK says. "It'll probably get along with Charon and his wildlife photography."
Des snorts. "Probably, yeah. He's gotten pretty good at that considering he's known what a camera is for like a month, tops."
CK makes a vague noise of agreement. "Watching you do it first probably helped."
"Ha, yeah, probably. He's better at it than me though." Des leans forward a bit in his chair, enough that his hood is a little bit in frame again. "How are you feeling?"
For a long moment, CK doesn't reply. Then he sighs. "I've... definitely been better."
Des winces. "Yeah. They did say you were doing pretty good considering, which I hope means they'll let you out soon? I'm not going anywhere until they do. Promise."
"Eh, you don't need to babysit me," CK says.
"...I'm not babysitting you," Des says. "If you want me to go, I'll go. But I really don't think you want me to."
CK makes a rather strangled noise. "I—" He clears his throat. "Yeah. Fine."
"Cool." Des's hood turns a bit towards the camera, though the angle it's at still doesn't allow one to see under it very well. "Hey, Anima? Got some things to talk about that I don't really want going on the internet, if that's okay with you?"
There's an affirmative-sounding beep from behind the camera, and the video ends.]
