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[heterochrocatic]

[ Much like poor Tenten, Catra is broadcasting live from the infirmary. In fact, if you squint you'll probably be able to see which bed she's in to relation to Tenten. The poor woman has been bandaged to hell and back, her head wrapped in dressings, though there's enough visible for it to be clear that whatever happened to her, it was necessary for that big, poofy mane of hair to be shorn away in order for it to be treated.

At least she's not missing half her face. When she speaks, her voice is rough and croaky. She's still recovering from whatever it was that happened to her a few days back. ]

I guess I'm alive. Don't everyone celebrate at once.

[ The jab is accompanied by a weak smile. ]

What'd I miss?

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[bothbarrels]

Now that you know they have them, yes.

[ He won't mention it again. As she orders. ]

I suppose the same goes for extra pillows or anything else you could want.

[heterochrocatic]

Yeah, well what I want is to get out of this bed. But I don't think I'm going to get it.

[ Gripe, complain. ]

[bothbarrels]

Oh, getting up early is tempting, I know. Believe me, I do. But you don't want to risk tearing anything.

[ He puts a hand on his chest for a moment, pondering. ]

You want to see my scars?

[heterochrocatic]

Ughhh.

[ Catra flops her head back to stare at the ceiling. ]

...Not really, no. Scars are dumb. They're just reminders of how you fucked up.

[bothbarrels]

[ He drops his hand, no longer intending to pull up his shirt. ]

I got these saving my sister from getting shot. I don't regret it.

[heterochrocatic]

Wow, good for you.

[ Catra continues to stare up at the ceiling, her expression pinched and sour. ]

You and every other person who thinks they're a hero around here.