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Napoleon was nearly cross-eyed as he sat in the chair next to his partner's hospital bed. The steady beat of the heart monitor had an almost hypnotic effect, though the American agent fought against the pulsating sound to keep from falling asleep. He needed to be awake just in case Illya needed him.
The medical staff told him it was unnecessary, as Washington D.C. headquarters was as well equipped as New York's medical facilites and the Russian was receiving excellent care.
Illya wasn't awake to appreciate that fact, or perhaps it was better he wasn't awake yet as the man and hospitals didn't exactly get along.
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