:: Sera's here, all bandaged up but not looking any more pretty than she normally does. Wake up whenever.::

::Paz approaches the bed, leaving Ozymandias at the door.::

"I think she's still out..."

"Looks like it. She's a mess."

::Ozy walks quietly into the room, thinking about how, many decades ago, he'd be able to heal this woman in seconds.::

"Can't ask her questions then."

::He turns away from Sera to look at Ozy.::

"Guess we'll just have to leave it."

"The demon will be gone by now, anyway."

"So what exactly do we do now?"

::Paz starts playing with his fingernails, feeling there are a few things he needs to do, things he should have done a while ago, and things he shouldn't have left so long to get round to.::

::Bitches. Sera slowly blinks her eyes open, taking in the hazy unfamilar forms of Ozy and Paz outside of the door. She hurts, but not terribly. It's more like a dull ache now. Her eyes focus and she frowns, sitting up and staring at them. Her eyes wander around the room, though.::

(Hospital...? Ew, hospital gown... half-naked though, mmm.)

::Rubbing her eyes and frowning, Sera tilts her head at the two rainbow lovers.::

"Ugh. What happened?"

(Fucking Moony. I want food.)

"You were attacked in the forest, we bought you here, to the hospital."

::He speaks softly to Sera, having turned to her when he saw movement.::

"Rest and relax, you're safe now."

::Ozy nods. That's all.::

(Thanks for the help, Ozy!)

::He smiles softly at Sera.::

"Any idea why you were attacked?"

"By Moony? Um, because? She and I kind of have a thing... it just got out of hand, is all. But thanks."

::Sera smiles gratefully at the two of them, her eyes flicking from one to the other.::

::Ozymandias stares now.::

"You have a 'thing'? Do you have any idea of the condition you're in? You nearly died!"

"I know."

::Sera replies calmly, her smile widening.::

::The ex-whitelighter gives Sera a strange look. His comprehension of this situation has disappeared.::

"Are you on drugs or something? I mean... besides painkillers."

(That would STILL be messed up.)

"No."

::Sera's gaze hardens; she stares at Ozy, becoming defensive.::

"Listen, I'm stupid, I know. But I've done this before; it's sort of a regular occurance. Thank you for your help and concern, but I know how to deal with Moony."

(Somewhat.)

::Paz puts his hand up to stop Ozy talking, as he seems to be making Sera agravated. His hand touches his chest and as he continues to talk to Sera, he leaves his hand there.::

"Okay then.::

::He nods and gives a curteous smile, finally lovering his hand from Ozy's chest to take a few small backward steps.::

"As long as you'll be okay."

(I don't know if she will be.)

::Silent now, Ozymandias steps back, towards the door. He shakes his head, angry, but complies with Paz's wishes and stays quiet. Since there's no point in staying with Sera, he walks out and goes into the entrance to wait for Paz.::

::Sera ignores Ozy's leaving and turns her gaze to Paz.::

"I will be, thanks."

(I just hope you will be.)

"Um, okay then. Take care."

::With a polite nod, Paz leaves to see Ozy at the entrance.::

(Bah.)

::Sera pulls herself out of the hospital bed and stands, wobbling a bit. She inspects herself, which could or could not look like she's feeling herself up. Shrugging, she glances around the room.::

(Want food.)

::Her eyes land on a tray of convenient hospital food, which she dives at and has devoured in thirty seconds flat. The slut belches.::

(Crap hospital food. Home, now. Hope Moony doesn't come after me again. Stupid demon.)

::Still in pain from her unhealed injuries but ignoring it, Sera finds her clothes and gets dressed, then leaves to the entrance, not caring if she's not supposed to be leaving yet.::

::Welcome back, Sera! The idiot is loosely restrained, out for the count as she had deep wounds stitched and fixed, as well as loads of other shit. And I think she has broken arms and stuff, so yeah. Lie. Rest.::

::Sera gradually gains consciousness, but she stays asleep in a troubled slumber, mumbling incoherant phrases every once and a while.::

::Andrea lets herself in and closes the door behind her, and sees Sera is asleep. She wonders if it's a good idea to sit with her, but knows the girl might appreciate a friendly face when she wakes up. She steals a glass of Sera's water from the jug beside her bed, and sits down to have more candy. It's candy time.::

::Sera sighs and turns over to face Andrea, which is kind of hard considering her hands are restrained. She pulls at them a bit, her mind wondering why she can't move properly, and finally awakes due to this. The bandaged slut opens her eyes, Andrea's blurry form coming into view, which focuses after a bit. See confused look on Sera's face.::

"... Irish? What're you doing here?"

(Where is here? Ah, fuck. Am I in the hospital again??)

::Andrea shifts her weight, giving Sera a funny look.::

"Did you just call me 'Irish'?"

"... no..."

::Sera groans and torns over onto her back again.::

(Fuck. Ing. Hell. I have to go make sure Moony's alright. Stupid Ryo.)

::She glances over at Andrea and tugs on a restraint.::

"Mind doing me a favour and undoing these? I need to, uh, get out of here..."

::Andrea gives Sera a warning look.::

"Really not going to do that."

(God, she looks hot when she gives warning looks.)

"... why not? I'm fine."

::Despite the 48545 stitched up wounds all over her. Sera sits up and tugs some more, a frown on her face.::

"Sera, lie down. You're clearly in no state to get up."

::Sera ignores Andrea, wanting to get a rile out of the Irish slut. She continues to tug at her restraints, determined.::

::It works. Andrea is in no mood to take any crap from people. She narrows her eyes and Sera will find herself pinned - gently but with her wounds, still painfully - flat down to the bed.::

"What did I just tell you?"

::Sera winces, but smirks all the same, gazing at Andrea out of the corner of her eye.::

"I didn't know you were into this kind of thing, otherwise I would have sought you out a long time ago."

::Her smirk widens.::

::Andrea's mouth drops open in offence. And disgust. But mostly offence.::

"Wh- I-"

(...)

::She's also quite shocked that Sera, whom she'd known to be quite shy since she's only met her a couple of times, just said that.::

"Never judge a book by its cover, eh, Andrea?"

::Sera grins and sighs, staring at the telekinetic, a somewhat apologetic look in her eyes before she looks away.::

"What'd you want, anyway?"

::Andrea just makes that startled gasping noise that Americans seem to make when they're affronted. She manages to come to her senses, and pretends what Sera had said never happened.::

"I came to see if you were all right."

"Ah. Well, thanks for the concern. I'm fucking grand."

::Sera frowns and looks away, sensing that there's more to Andrea's being here than just that.::

"So I see."

::Andrea doesn't look sympathetic. She doesn't feel it, either.::

"What happened to you? Walked into a door?"

"Ha. No... you wouldn't understand if I told you."

::Sera keeps avoiding Andrea's gaze.::

"I'm quite sure you're right. As far as I know, thinking you're in love with a heartless, sadistic, evil warlock isn't really something most folk'd understand."

::She raises her eyes to look into Sera's, a harsh, angry look.::

::Sera stares back at Andrea with widened eyes, tensing up and becoming quite defensive.::

"You don't even know her."

(... does she?)

"Besides, it's not like that."