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[betrayedblade]

[This is for anyone who would know (family, Kadaj, Eald, Chloe?, anyone who would try to keep up with him) that by now he's been found and drug back to the hospital (by Kadaj) to get better. He's still horribly sick but there isn't much of a way for him to keep people away other than griping their ears out (when he isn't coughing out a lung) since he's bedridden. He is definitely upset that he cannot keep up with what is happening outside and being sick isn't fun so he's not in the best of moods, not even remotely. But if you want to bug him or update him on what is happening he'll receive you (not that he has a choice). He'd really like it if someone did that last suggestion.]

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[adventlead.livejournal.com]

A lot of people are sick.

[Kadaj leans against the wall with his arms crossed before he enters and takes a seat next to the bed, expression unreadable. He knows Giovanni is in no shape to leave. At least this is a distraction.]

I bet you hate being here. I hate it too. But first you need a drink.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[As if the child for once, Giovanni squirms a bit uncomfortably as he hears the other and he turns his head to look at Kadaj.]

It is nearly impossible for me to keep up-- [he pauses to cough lightly] I do not like being out of the loop.

[If Lorenzo were here there'd be irony to pay.]

[adventlead.livejournal.com]

We're always out of the loop. [Kadaj replies with a lack of any emotion and a shrug.] The only thing you need to know is, nothing outside of here applies to you until you recover.

[A smirk, almost as if he's enjoying this.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Giovanni hesitates. He doesn't like that tone, or look.]

It will affect me sooner or later. I would rather have knowledge of it ahead of time instead of playing 'catch-up'.

[adventlead.livejournal.com]

Poor uninformed you. Basically, people were double crossed and as usual too stupid to see it. How predictable is that?!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

It is a cycle that always occurs no matter how much planning goes into the endeavor. It is a calculated guess on the chessmaster's part, blind faith in the naive. So which was it this time I wonder. [Mused more to himself than Kadaj.]

More to the point: what is being done about it.

[adventlead.livejournal.com]

Think too hard and you may just die from the sickness.

Escorting the sick and stuff. Same stuff that's always done.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He actually rolls his eyes.] Doubtful.

That is all well and fine. I mean with the rest of it. Or do you even know? [A little taunting to get you to do better than that?]

[adventlead.livejournal.com]

[That gets him to smirk.] Childish.

It's not really in my place to know. If they were kidnapped, it's their own fault for being stupid enough to give someone that chance. [A shrug, but he adds.] I guess they're being rescued by someone who wants to be a hero.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

[ He couldn't stay gone for long. Maybe he shouldn't have come here. Even so, he reminded himself that this was generally something that he would worry about, even a little, so here he was at the hospital anyway. Not that he was properly worried at the moment, but that couldn't be helped.

He nearly missed it. Eald'narche doubled back to one of the rooms, giving it a quick scan over again. Yes, this had to be the one. Carefully, he pushed open the door, peeking in. ]

Giovanni...?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm? [Giovanni peeked an eye open to glance at the doorway and then shifted slightly to gaze at Eald fully.]

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

[ So he was awake. Eald'narche wasn't sure whether he should be thankful for that or not, but he stepped inside anyway. Inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief; even if he wasn't an assassin, Giovanni was infuriatingly hard to track down and the prince simply couldn't figure out why. ]

Well, at least you're still alive.

[ Eald'narche steps in, pushing the door closed behind him and daring to get a little bit closer. ]

You gave me quite a start, hiding like that. With all the madness that's cropped up, I was worried you wouldn't make it through whatever's been going on.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Hemph.

According to everyone around me I am too stubborn for such an easy way out.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you are.

[ He pauses for a moment, a far more serious expression falling upon his face before he continues. ]

You've heard about the problems outside, haven't you? About those people being kidnapped...

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Giovanni winces as he tries to sit up straighter, his eyes narrowing as he hears the news.]

You try keeping up when you feel like you're dying.

What is going on?

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

[ There's a hint of a wince on Eald's own face, although not from being taken aback. ]

Don't strain yourself, Giovanni.

[ Sigh...this isn't going to end well, is it. ]

Several people have been kidnapped, and the abductor is demanding a vaccine in exchange for their safe return. Well...relatively safe. According to my sources, he's the one that's been spreading this illness around, so you can thank him that you're in the shape you're in.

To make matters worse, I'm not sure any of us even have this vaccine, unless you count the scientists, and we all know how well they listen to us. I'd be heading out to rescue the hostages myself, but I have my hands full enough as it is here in the city without this mess going on.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Giovanni grit his teeth but it wasn't from the sickness. He finally forced his eyes shut and counted to ten and back down in several different languages before re-opening his eyes with a calmer look.]

I told him he could not get what he wanted done on his own. Why he did not have the sensibility to-- [He cuts himself off with a violent shake of the head. He is clearly upset but articulating his words isn't getting anything done.] And the retaliation? What are we doing in return?

[vengefulblades.livejournal.com]

[For being mostly out of the loop currently it doesn't take Ezio long to find that his father has been taken to the hospital. He didn't have to hear all the details to know that he was taken likely at great protest or that if asked a visit from anyone was unwelcome.

None of that stopped Ezio from rounding up his brother and leading the way to the hospital. He nods once reassuringly to Federico before stepping confidently into their father's room.]

Padre? Are you awake?

[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

[When Ezio said he'd found out where there father was, it didn't take much to get him up and moving. When they came to the hospital he couldn't quite believe that's what it was. What he knew as a place of doctors and healing, was nothing like this. This place was huge, and so... strange. And empty.

But they soon find where their father is and standing beside his brother, if not placing his arm on Ezio's shoulder to lean a bit against him, he gives his father a chiding look. Worried about him, yes, but if he was still alive, he had faith his father would be fine. Stubborn old man he was.]

If he is awake, I hope he can hear how much worry he put us through! [Said in a teasing tone, but it was the truth. Among the nonsense going on with Knowlton, they had to worry about their father possibly dying all alone out there, since he was too stubborn to let them come find him. Well, too bad now. They were here, and they weren't leaving.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Giovanni snorted and only afterward stirred, peeking his eyes open minutely to glance at the brothers standing just inside the room. He promptly closed his eyes once more and settled back into a comfortable position--or as comfortable as he could manage.]

It is only fitting after all of the worrying times the two of you have forced me to live through with all your antics over the years.

[vengefulblades.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about, our antics were always done in good nature!

[His tone is playful like his brother's and with a nod he moves forward to get out of the doorway and stand next to his father's bedside. Ezio remains silent for longer than a simple pause, eyes scanning over Giovanni critically as if he would be able to see the sickness either leaving or still clinging to his body.

He was no doctor, far from it actually, but short of actually reaching out to feel him over physically (which would do Ezio no good, again he was barely able to patch himself up after a nasty fight let alone heal the sick) there was no sign of how well their father was doing. If he voiced his concern he risked frustrating his father, but then again if he didn't ask the though would drive him mad.]

...How are you feeling?

[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

Good nature and fun, you mean, baby brother.

[A nudge, before Ezio wanders further into the room. Federico of course follows, standing near, and his own eyes are inspecting their father. It's obvious Giovanni is still not feeling well, anyone could tell that, but how well he's off really? Well, he and Ezio both had no idea. With his own small cold getting better, he could only hope that their father would fair the same. And soon.

He would have asked how he was doing, but Ezio beat him to it.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[...]

Better.

[Not quite a line anymore than it was entirely true. He felt miserable but he wasn't getting any worse; and best of all whatever he was being given at the least helped suppress his cough combined with his own will. But he still felt horrible.

Other than that everything just...was. He'd get over it, eventually; till then, he was just frustrated and there was nothing to be done about it.]

I need to track this thread or something because I fail!

[vengefulblades.livejournal.com]

[Again Ezio cannot find words, or more correctly the words he wants to say won't help, so he keeps silent and continues to gaze steadily at his father. He can read some of the small signs of Giovanni's discomfort but he knows there is more to it than just the illness. That feeling of not knowing, of being helpless.

Despite all his new experience and the advantage of years, Ezio finds himself looking to Federico, forever his older brother in his own mind, for guidance expression imploring. 'What do I say? What do we do?'

/pat pat

[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

[And for the first time, since coming to this world and this city, Federico felt like the big brother again. Ezio looking to him for an answer to the awkward silence that had fallen between them and their father. He just gives him a quick smile before stepping up closer to Giovanni's bed, having a bit of a look around, his eyes moving to inspect the bed his father was laying on.]

Better, but not yet well. [He places a hand on the side of the bed, tilting his head a bit looking down at his father.]

Since you'll be resting up, is there anything we can do, papa? [He grins a little.] Besides get out of your hair. You kept us away before, we need to at least see you for a few moments, before you shoo us away, no?