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Who: Terra, and anyone who wants to check up on this dumb loser
When: Backdated to 3/04?? A few days after the ill-fated raid
Where: CERES hospital
What: Terra's recovering from being shot. Good times.
Rating/Warning: Mentions of violence/injury, character death

[Terra didn't have much memory of how he'd reached the hospital. The doctors had described how they'd found him unconscious on the roof drenched in blood, Keyblade lying beside him and Baymax with him. The last thing he remembered was Soramaru and Masamune's deaths, something that had stood out starkly in his memories for more. After that, there was little but the feeling of warm light and his Keyblade in hand.

Thanks to Korra's quick action the bullet wound in his chest had more or less been taken care of, and the rest was just a patch job, along with treatment for the blood loss. His arm was another matter, and since he refused to have its coding fixed instantly by one of the medical robots, he settled for having it in a sling.

He didn't trust medical robots here for a second, when it was CERES' security robots that had shot him in the first place. If anything, they'd make it worse, wouldn't they?

After a few days of bed rest and some minor surgery on his wounded arm, he was finally feeling well enough to get up and move around. The first day or so of recovery was hazy, but now he's beginning to feel restless -- sitting around in a bed is giving too much time to dwell on his failures in the raid. Were Hiro and Korra even alive? And what about the other groups they were separated from? He sends them -- everyone who participated in the raid -- the following message:]

are you okay?

[And then to Roxas, who is probably wondering where Terra disappeared to, the following message:]

I ran into some trouble a few days ago
at the hospital now
don't worry abou t me. i'll see you soon

[Good job on the least reassuring message ever, Terra.]

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[He shuts the window behind her, this time with a little difficulty. Doing everything with one arm is annoying, something he's quickly discovered.]

What? No one's going to kidnap you.

Of course they are. This place already tried once. I'm not going to play that game again!

[Hang in there, Terra.]

Why would they try to kidnap you? When did it happen?

[HE'LL FIGHT EVERYONE FOR YOU!! ... Just as soon as he's done recovering from his last attempt at fighting CERES, anyway.]

[Calm down Terra!!]

Right when I first got here. They were about to cut me open with a saw and I can't imagine what that would have been like.

Wasn't that in ViViD? [Maybe. It's sometimes hard to tell what reality is here.] No one's going to hurt you here.

Sure, it may have been. But that doesn't mean it can't happen for real.

[It felt real enough to be real. Which meant it was kind of real, right?]

Couldn't you say that about anything in ViViD, though?

[What if one of them was living in an action RPG in real life the whole time!! ... wait]

That's totally possible for sure. So I won't debate that. But doesn't that mean we're both right?

Uh...

[Please don't make his head hurt on top of everything else hurting. He goes to sit back on the bed.]

I still don't think it proves anything will happen here. But if it does, I can still fight.

[She claps her hands together!]

I'll be counting on you!!

....

Oh yeah! I have something for you!

You do? What is it?

[Out of her front pocket, she pulls....

...a box of chocolates!]

Tah-dah!

These are for me...? [He takes the chocolates, genuinely touched by the gesture.]

Thank you.

I had to look up what friends what do in this situation but it worked out in the end!

Though it kind of sucks that your body is a bit mortal. If you need some healing, let me know.

Keeper... You don't need to look that stuff up. When it comes to friendship, just do whatever your heart tells you to.

[Your cold, dead, corpse heart. Nailed it, Terra.]

My heart kind of can't talk but if you want it so bad, I'm pretty sure I could pull it out and give it to you.

[Chocolate and a literal torn-out heart. What more could a guy want?]

...I'll pass. You might be dead, but you still need it.

I'm guessin' you don't mean I need for its whole beating thing. Which means....what do I need it for?

It's what lets you feel all kinds of feelings. And having a strong heart is important, too. If you have that, you can get through anything.

I don't want to be the bearer of bad news but...

[She kind of trails off with that sentence.

Even if she has no bad news to bare.]

What bad news? Do you think I'm wrong?

I don't have any, really. I was just seeing if you'd worry a bit.

[He deflates a little, looking stung by that answer.]

You shouldn't say things you don't mean.

Ah, sorry, sorry. It was just a joke but....yeah. Sorry.

What's funny about making someone worry?

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