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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.

[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...?

[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?