minato

[whitewalls]

I'LL PUT A MEME HERE LATER I'M AT WORK

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[compendiem]

[ Minato gets off the ground, but doesn't let go of Naminé's hand; it's his hostage now, so he can sleep in peace and she can't poke him. ]

Hm..... Time kinda blurs together when you can't see the sun, you know? I've filled my coffee cups a couple of times, though.

[ There's like a dozen cups, which should collectively last him about a day, maybe. So. Three days. ]

[whitewalls]

I think it's time we take a short break. I can't have you falling off your seat again. What if I'm not around to get you back up?

[ she says this as if it wasn't her fault he fell off in the first place ]

[compendiem]

I would try to use my foot to reach the lever probably.

[ But yeah, okay, fine. He goes ahead and lies back down on the ground, not half hanging off the chair like before, but flat on his back with his feet propped up on the seat to keep them up high. ]

[whitewalls]

[ well, that's one way to rest.

she sits down next to them, and once again they must look really dumb if anyone passes by them. ]

Is that comfortable?

[compendiem]

Not really.

[ But he's sitting like this anyways, gesturing to his feet. ]

It's something about keeping your legs up above heart level, so the blood doesn't pool down there. If that happens, it might clot, and you'd have to cut my legs off.

[ He is 17 years old and worried about leg clots. ]

[whitewalls]

But don't people normally sleep with their legs at heart level?

[ she glances at his legs. ]

We probably won't have to cut them off.

[compendiem]

If they only sleep a couple hours, yeah, that's fine. But when you're in a hospital and are bedridden, not moving for so long gets dangerous.

[ Remember his profile, Naminé... this is going to be a 10 day nap. ]

[whitewalls]

Ah... well, I'll move your legs for you.

[ she nods after saying this, like that'll solve their problems. ]

[compendiem]

[ Oh. That's very useful. ]

Just like... every hour for the next 240 hours?

[whitewalls]

How long are you planning on sleeping?

[compendiem]

240 hours.

[whitewalls]

Is that safe?

[compendiem]

[ .......... ]

Yes. I've done it before.

[whitewalls]

... how did that go?

[compendiem]

I woke up in a hospital bed. Most well rested I've ever felt in my life.

[whitewalls]

[ .... ]

I think we're trying to avoid that.

[compendiem]

What? Should I not be well rested...?

[ Naminé ): ]

[whitewalls]

No. I mean, yes-- I mean that we shouldn't be thinking about hospital beds.

[compendiem]

Hospital beds are pretty comfy. Actually, I think there's some up here...

[ I think they're operating tables but I'm too lazy to open the locations page to check ]

[whitewalls]

Aren't the beds they already gave us comfortable?

[ minato please use your bed ]

[compendiem]

Yes, but they're all the way out there...

[ no ]

[whitewalls]

We're going to have to go outside eventually.

[ yes ]

[compendiem]

Not until I win the jackpot.

[ Or he gets murdered on Thursday. Whichever comes first. ]

[whitewalls]

What is... the jackpot?

[ she glances back up at the machines. ]

[compendiem]

Triple sevens. Maybe you'll get it before I do, and then we could both go outside.

[ Otherwise, she's bound here to move his legs and make sure he doesn't die... or something. ]