“Hey Techie. I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried. Your brother, Matt, & I have been so worried about you. Are you feeling any better? Is there anything I can do for you?” She asks, gently moving Techie’s hair out of his face.

“MP!” he exclaims, delighted, trying to sit up but failing miserably due to the new restraints they’ve put on him. Techie gives an apologetic smile and says, “I kept t-taking my IV out.” Then he adds bashfully, “A-and my clothes t-too… I didn’t realize it u-until they turned my dose d-down a little but I flashed Matt wh-when he was here.”

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