http://mrua7.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] section7mfu2016-06-01 11:43 am

"He is..." For a Little Drabble Do Ya!

He opened his eyes with a quiet moan, surveying his surroundings. A hospital room, clean white and sterile.


Not feeling his feet, he looked beneath the sheets in a momentary panic. Everything was there, but numb; his lower legs were in casts.


Wiggling his toes, he found them responsive.  Relieved; he searched for any sign of his partner.  Was he alive?


A nurse popped in and seeing he was awake; she smiled.


“Illya?”


“Is battered and bruised but fine. We made him go lie down; he was up all night with you. You agents are amazing.”


“He is,” Napoleon nodded.

[identity profile] laurose8.livejournal.com 2016-06-01 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Good scene setting, and what a fine last line!
Edited 2016-06-01 18:09 (UTC)

[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com 2016-06-01 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He most certainly is. They both are. Lovely scene :-)

[identity profile] lindafishes8.livejournal.com 2016-06-01 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
So much in these one hundred words. Very fine bit of writing.

[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com 2016-06-03 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
A poignant scene, and a winner of a line at the end.