A Pink Corner House, Bristol, Thursday Morning

[chosehumanity]

For about the hundredth time that week, Mitchell woke up in a bed. This time, though, it was the familiar, comfortable embrace of his own bed he was feeling, heavy blankets bunched up over his chest, and posters of old movie stars greeting him with their dazzling fake smiles. He blinked up at the ceiling, then relaxed.

There was still strength in his limbs. Which meant that Josie-- He aborted that thought. There were other things to focus on, other things swimming back into sharpness. Something-- someone-- someone was talking.

"...Annie, hand me the bandages."

George's face appeared briefly above his head. Mitchell blinked again, but he seemed to be firmly on this earth this time.

[[ for anyone still left in Bristol to say goodbye, and/or for myself. ]]

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[vanillajello]

"Well, you are really kind of annoying," she replied, a little too tired to fully reach the amounts of joking and wryness she'd been going for. Hadn't slept much since Monday. "So I'm not surprised."

[chosehumanity]

"Oi," Mitchell replied. Propping himself up wasn't nearly as hard this time. "I still think you're far ahead of me in the annoying sweepstakes."

... He'd missed Kate. A bit.