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[imthepilot]

Bodhi's room is simple and narrow. Nothing more than a bed, a locker, a fresher and a writing desk.

There's nothing personal here. He has nothing. Owns nothing.

Is nothing.

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[imthepilot]

"Thank you. And I'm sorry. I don't mean to seem ungrateful. Sharing food is... important where I'm from. But my stomach is still... not right." Might never be right again. Like a lot of things.

[cook_the_rude]

"You had a shock," the doctor says, pouring him tea at last.

"Drink that, and then you will be able to sleep. The cat is with you, and you'll be safe, and might well wake up hungry again."

[imthepilot]

He nods and accepts the tea. "Thank you. I don't... I haven't slept much."

[cook_the_rude]

"You will now, Bodhi."

The doctor lightly touches Bodhi's shoulder, nods to him, and then quietly leaves.-

[imthepilot]

Bodhi sips the tea, nodding his thanks as the Doctor who isn't Galen lets himself out. Myrrh mews at him, headbutting him lightly at he lays down, curling up against Bodhi's chest.

Bodhi lays there a long time, waiting for the tea to do it's work. But even as his eyes finally close, they still rest on the small knife on the trolley.