03. whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest

[keepscalm]

Characters: Everyone who got injured in the event and accordingly went to the infirmary.
Setting: Infirmary, backdated to just after event.
Format: Either!
Summary: People obviously got hurt in all the chaos during the Tower's re-stabilizing. A lot of people probably went to the infirmary after waking up in their rooms still injured from the fight. Post a new comment thread here with your character and tag other peoples' threads!
Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, trauma, etc etc. Language, too. Will edit if anything else comes up.

[Hospitals are so boring. Well, at least misery loves company?]

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[fifty]

America grinned and tried not to feel stupidly guilty that he'd gotten off better than England. It wasn't like he was dead. It wasn't even like the injuries wouldn't heal.

"Look, I brought you stuff!"

America proceeded to drop a bag on England's lap. It consisted mostly of various foods from the restaurant--and it had taken him forever to find five stupid rainbow paperclips to get in, but whatever, England didn't have to know that.

[keepscalm]

England blinked dumbly at the bag that was dumped in his lap, clearly taken off-guard by the gesture. He proceeded with his deer in the headlights staring as he slowly raised his arms to pull the bag nearer to him and peek into it, just to ensure that it wasn't some kind of practical joke.

It took him absorbing that there was actually food -- good-looking food -- in the bag for England to get his mask back into place. Somewhat. He still sounded pleasantly surprised as he tripped over an awkward, "Ah...thank you. That wasn't necessary."

This was weird. He wasn't used to America doing things for him, and it was more obvious from his reaction than he would have really liked for it to have been.