[Voice/Spam]

[voiceshall_echo]

[Shinzon is not happy. Not happy at all. He's in a lot of pain, but he is really accustomed to fighting bodily agony, so the only emotion he's sending out is rage.]

Where is he?

[For all those poor schmucks in the infirmary, Shinzon is puling off whatever bandages he has around his neck, intent on getting the hell out of there.]

Where is he?

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[voiceshall_echo]

Zero is not a punishment!

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

I never said it was.

I don't want you to pursue this.

[voiceshall_echo]

I intend to.

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

You were beheaded, Shinzon. You're in no fit state to try for revenge.

[voiceshall_echo]

I am alive, I am in fit state!

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

Yes! You're alive. But you're also in the Infirmary and going through the death toll.

[voiceshall_echo]

I feel like myself again.

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

Don't lie to me, Shinzon.

[ooc: Want her to come see him while he's drugged up? Could be amusing. :P]

[voiceshall_echo]

I am not lying.

(((Absolutely! :-p And he's telling the truth, I figure this'd be fairly close to a cellular break down. :p)))

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

Are the doctors taking care of you?

[OOC: She just assumes he is, b/c death toll never feels awesome in her opinion.]

[voiceshall_echo]

I want to leave.

(((Gotcha!)))

spam?

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

You're not leaving until the doctors say you can leave.

I'll come and keep you company if you want.

Spam!

[voiceshall_echo]

I am not staying here, Khalan!

Spam!

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

Yes. You are.

I'm coming to see you, I'll be there soon.

[A couple minutes later, she's in the Infirmary and headed toward his cot.]

Spam!

[voiceshall_echo]

[Shinzon really doesn't want to be here. And he really doesn't want to be all drugged up. This is humiliating and he hates it, so Kahlan gets scowled at as she walks in.]

Spam!

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't flinch at that scowl, she gets so many from him already. She just pulls up a chair beside him and sits.]

How are you feeling?

Spam!

[voiceshall_echo]

Angry. [She didn't specify physically, and he's taking advantage.]

Spam!

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

I know, I can see that. [She smirks.] Being murdered has that effect.

Spam!

[voiceshall_echo]

Have them release me, Kahlan.

Spam!

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not going to do that. Despite what you may think, you need to rest while you recover.

Spam!

[voiceshall_echo]

I don't need rest! [Shinzon? Strapped to the bed. And now fighting them, because this is unacceptable as far as he's concerned. It doesn't help that he's out of it.]

Spam!

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

Stop! You'll hurt yourself even more. Is that what you want? [She puts a hand on his shoulder to try to get him to stop moving.]

Spam!

[voiceshall_echo]

I'm not hurt! [He stopped struggling, tense, and threw himself against the straps to lean closer to her, straining.] I do not want to be here. I do not need their help. Now tell them to release me!

Spam!

[lastconfessor.livejournal.com]

No. [She crossed her arms.] You're not getting out of here until Dr. McCoy approves.

Spam!

[voiceshall_echo]

I don't need his approval, [Shinzon hissed.]