#and they both're like “HE STARTED FIRST”

[judahlux]

I need to understand why Miguel, A FUCKING TEENAGER, is standing in front of Daniel and Johnny, TWO FUCKING OLD MEN IF YOU CARE, in the middle of a beach as if he were an angry latin mother scolding her two children

[darkstarsrise]

✧˖*°࿐ There was a lot that Mike was going to have to bring up to the nurses at some point, namely when he could feel much of anything beyond the fuzz of the strong medication he was on - a potent mix of painkillers and antibiotics desperately trying to fight the dirt and grime that he'd been dragging himself through with all of his open wounds all night, or was it last night? He had no idea how long they'd been there, but he remembered the rescue, the choppers and the utterly exhausting interviews with the police before they were finally shuffled to the off for medical care. Fortunately, their reception at the hospital was much more helpful, though Mike had barely peeled the army jacket off before he felt like he was swarmed and he didn't remember much after that. Sam could probably fill in some of those holes better than he could.

ㅤ"What?" he asked dumbly, not even really sure where his thoughts had gone because he was quite high, but he thought it had been food related. A burger sounded even better than s'mores, but he blinked her back into focus with that same kind of loose, boneless turn of his head that he had the first time, then have a slow smirk. "Oh yeah, baby, I'm a little high. I dunno what it is but it's good. Can't even feel my fingers."

ㅤHe was a lot high, but apparently his sense of humor was just fine, considering he wiggled what he could of the fingers on his left hand to make the joke about the fingers he couldn't feel, less bothered about it now than he might be later. Right then all he cared about was not passing out again immediately and maybe scoring some snacks, which he attributed to the high, but really it was just that he hadn't eaten in god knew how long and had burned an intense amount of calories under a lot of stress and abuse. He thought he deserved a burger. Wolfie deserved a burger, too, the good boy.

ㅤ"Soup and tea? Lame, what about real food?" he asked, pulling a face somehow with the same kinds of steri-strips on his face that she had - where they'd help, at least. He didn't know it, but the entire left side of his face had basically settled into a bruise and that was about how the rest of him looked. He might not have been able to eat a burger if he had one in front of him, but it didn't stop him from wanting one. Catching her eyes as she considered how to answer his actual question made him flick his tongue out to press to the split in his lip, tasting the metallic blood there and holding onto that while he could. Grounding, push through. He'd pushed through worse, and this was important. "Frostbite. Don't worry, I lost one for each of us, so you better keep all yours. Fingers and toes," he told her, giving another little wave and wiggle of his left hand like the emphasis was necessary, but the corner of one side of his mouth curved a little. Relief, a little humor at his own expense, but mostly relief. She'd be okay.

ㅤ"Uhhh," he started, glancing at Wolfie like the dog had an answer for what was wrong with him, but the big white wolf just flicked his ears up to watch him before he glanced back to Sam. "I dunno. Hands both're fucked. Think someone said broken ribs and concussion? Pretty sure I got full body x-rays but my hearing went to shit around the third explosion, or maybe when I hit the lodge wall? I dunno, a lot's fuzzy right now, they listed a lotta stuff and I kinda zoned out." He gave a half shrug, winced and turned it into a smile anyway. "You wanna crawl in here? Could make room, be warmer than that chair. Just be gentle, it's my first time."

−−−¨༺ It took a lot of concentration on Sam's behalf to understand Mike. There was an awful combo of the relentless ringing in her head, Mike slurring, and the background hospital noises of beeping and buzzing of various machines. Silently, she made note to bring up the ringing to one of the nurses. It may have been result of her concussion. Or not, she didn't know anymore.

−−− At the brunet's next reply, Sam whipped her head up (Causing the room to spin, admittedly) to look at him. "I'm sorry, what? Do you mean in the worrisome way, or?" Sure, they were in a hospital, but she wasn't sure everything that was injured on him. They didn't have time to trade war stories, as it were. Biting the inside of her lip, she decided to put (The little she had) trust in the nursing staff and doctors. "You sound high. Are you on Morphine?" There was a hint of laughter in her voice as she spoke. Truthfully, none of this should be funny. At least Mike still had his sense of humor and, damn, she found herself missing it in the past year.

−−− Head tilted at the grumbling of what sounded like 2 stomachs. "Uh, I think it would take more to ruin s'mores for me." It really wouldn't, but Sam wasn't about to dwell on that. If she pretended everything was fine, then she didn't have to confront anything. Easy. "Munchies," she snorted out, already knowing the answer to the high question. It was definitely apparent in the subtle things like Mike's speech, movements, and way he kept nearly slamming his head on the pillow.

−−− "Yeah. A lot of soup and tea," she casually replied. Sam was told it was to help warm her up and try and bring blood flow? It was strange to her how she felt both hot and frozen at the same time. Hazel eyes looked up to Mike, debating just how to answer. They were only alive right now because of their communication and it would be a bitch move to end that now. Better find out from her. Letting out a long, strangled sigh, the blonde gave a single nod. "Yes. Mostly. Uh, its.. Frostbite. Feet, go figure being in a towel most of the night and then rock climbing shoes doesn't offer the best protection." She absentmindedly motioned to him with her free hand. "Not bad enough for any amputation, but best not to walk. What about you?"