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"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.
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