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after flooding and stuff

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are you okay?

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Ish. Very ish.

You?

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ish?

I'm okayish

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Are you back in your room?

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Yep. All of my shit is wet. My gun is ruined.

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Did you try taking it apart and drying yet?

I'll be there in a bit.

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I did. It's drying now, it's pretty water logged. I hope it's gonna fix up.

Also my nudies are wet

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If not, we'll get someone to help.

Dry those too. Might get a bit wrinkly.

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I'll grab us a nerd if we need it.

They're ruined. I'll ask for more.

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Good, I was scared I'd have nothing to look at in your room.

So. Heads up. I'm injured. Nothing major.

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What?

Where?

When? Who did it?

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"After the water went away, up on the tenth floor, mostly a bloody shoulder." Leonard said it from the door, closing it behind him with the uninjured arm. His shoulder hurt, but it could have been worse. Easily.

"A vampire." It's said in exactly the tone that reveal deserves. Dry, as opposed to Leonard's clothes. He hasn't changed just yet.

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"A vampire? Vampires are real? Huh." Okay, didn't see that one coming. Mick shrugged his shoulders and eyed up Leonard, not rushing forward but seeming considerably at ill ease over everything in front of him. He didn't fuss, he wasn't like that and Leonard was a big boy but for some reason, he felt an odd ripple of emotions. Given everything, was that a shock?

His room was pretty wrecked, everything was still damp and wet and Mick sat on the floor, trying to dry off his coat. "You okay?"

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"Tired, mostly." Leonard sat down on the ground as well, tired of even just the pretence that this hadn't been exhausting. The vampire attack was just the last kick he'd really not needed. He decided, the hell with it, and let himself fall back, eyes closing as he got a hand under his clothes, slowly prying the material off his skin and pulling his shirt up. "But I iced a vampire. Feels like an achievement."

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"Sounds like something from a game. Or a bad movie. Like the kind we used to watch at midnight when Lis was small." Then time when they'd hang out together all night, keeping an eye on her and plotting their next heist. There was always some crappy B-movie to keep them away and entertained, Mick more so than Leonard. He watched Leonard pry the fabric off his wound and didn't make a move still, he just watched, making sure it wasn't anything life threatening. "That looks like a real bitch."

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"Looked a lot like that too. Better effects." He had to say that much. Leonard looked at his shoulder and asked himself why he'd done that, given it was age-old wisdom that any wound always hurt more when you actually saw the blood. "Ain't so bad. Don't think he hit anything important. Just ain't sure whether there's any aftereffects I should know about." He's have to ask Kate.

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"I'd give you something for it but everything I own is wet. Even my fabric." How was he supposed to bandage him when everything he owned was this wet. Even all his clothes were soaked, it was going to take ages to dry them. Mick leaned forward a little, taking a peak at the damage. "You ain't gonna become one how you got bit, right? I mean that's more zombies and werewolves, vampires are more complicated."

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"I ain't exactly Van Helsing here, but yeah, it's more complicated." From what he gathered from Kate, anyway. He'd definitely have to follow up on that, but right now he didn't want to worry Mick more than him coming to his room with a bloody shoulder already had. Leonard reached out and put a hand on Mick's leg, mostly just brushing his knuckles against him. "This will be over soon. Least the water's gone."

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"It ruined all my stuff. I like my stuff." Mick growled as he looked at every item he owned, now damp and useless. It'd be days before anything was good again. He looked at Leonard and then back at his shoulder, wondering how they'd bandage that without anything dry. Did the closet work yet or what? "How much does it hurt? Do you need painkillers or would you settle for a strong whiskey?" Cause one he could offer, at least.

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Leonard pulled his hand back again and since he didn't feel like getting up and getting something he could actually wear that might be dry, he simply tugged his discarded shirt back over himself, at least partly covering the wound. Felt weird to lie around half-naked and bleeding. "Whiskey's good." He wasn't sure whether he really should have told Mick and come here, but he was done lying to him and hiding, for the most part. As much as he could bring himself to, anyway. Partners. However strained a partnership it was right now.

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Mick slowly got to his feet and grabbed the whiskey, it had somehow managed to survive the chaos and it was still sealed, ready to drink. He came back out and offered it out to Leonard, standing on his feet as he squinted at the damage. "You gotta sot that out or it's gonna get infected. I ain't got nothing dry though." He crouched down and reached out, very gently touching the skin around the wound. "It's pretty deep."

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Leonard took the whiskey from him and sat it down beside him so he could unscrew it. He took a sip before he stopped when Mick's fingers came close to his shoulder, pressing his lips together to keep from wincing or showing any other sign of pain. Force of habit. "Yeah, he went feral. Vicious. Guess that happens when you starve one of them."

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"Shit. That's real nasty." Mick huffed a sigh and made his decision. He pulled his shirt over his head and started to rip off strips of it. He couldn't trust the closet right now and hell, he quite literally had shirts everywhere so it wasn't like this was his last one. They'd done this kind of thing on the job before, a fresh wound from a dodgy escape or some unexpected barbed wired. Mick used the strips and slowly started to bandage up Leonard with the only dry material he had. "The shirts clean, just put it on, I can always get another." Of course he just spend ages drying it but never mind that.

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"You don't have to." He didn't protest loudly, just enough to make clear that he wasn't expecting this, not because he actually minded. Still such a fragile damn thing between them and he hated that, but he didn't really have much room to talk. So he simply sat up enough to make it easier for Mick to reach. "Closets are gonna start working again soon." At least if the pattern was as it had always been so far. He was looking forward to being dry again. He was also looking forward to passing out.

"Before this started, I talked to Lisa. About things."

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"I hope so. I need to get some new clothes, booze and whatever else." Mick slowly bandaged around the wound, careful not to upset anything as he was gentle with what he was doing, carefully working the bandages into a nice position and tying them off. Years of practise and avoiding the doctor finally paid off. He looked at Leonard as he was working, raising an eyebrow slowly. He was sure how to respond to that. Like so many things with Leonard lately, he had a lot of doubt.

"You did? What things?"