A/n: may actually be an omake, but, bwh-ha-ha!! Couldn't resist.
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Ed jerks his head away from the cloying stench of aneseptic whiteness, and finds most of his weight is on his back. He hisses at the throbbing complaint in the middle of his face, and the faint crunch of bone against bone as he scowls tells him of his broken nose.
He swallows back cotton, and shifts his neck on the flat pillow. He tries to turn onto right, but the pulling rattle of chains on all his limbs prevent that luxury. The mattress creaks beneath him, and feels flat and stiff, more like a board than a fluffy cloud. His right hand in particular feels uncomfortably hot and clammy within something he vaguely recalls making, but its hardly important. He lets out a breath that sounds much like a contented sigh.
He hears muttering of nonsensical sounds and a shuffling somewhere on his left, rather like soft leather against plush carpet. He has yet to crack open his eyes, and, although it feels like he been asleep for days, drowsy fingers seek to drag him back down to a fuzzy warmth where half remembered dreams dwell.
It's pure instinct, but the sudden stink of an old man's breath snap his eyes open for him.
"Oh hi oh!!" The (mostly) fuzzy shape says too loudly as he draws his head back away from the (nearly) toothless, highly wrinkled grin.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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