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When; Backdated to Christmas Day
Rating; PG
Characters; elevatorkick; musntbeboring; construire
Summary; Nothing says Christmas like visiting someone in the hospital
Log;

[ It wasn't hard finding his way once Arthur had been through the hospital once already. All he'd needed was a chest x-ray to make sure that his ribs were good to heal on their own and that his lungs weren't in danger. Afterwards he'd gotten some painkillers, which he was quite thankful for, and then sent on his way. Ariadne had her arm in a sling to prevent her from aggravating her shoulder. Eames, on the other hand, had needed to stay two nights considering the state of his arm and foot.

For once Arthur's hair wasn't slicked back with a generous amount of pomade. Considering the sudden change in the weather, he'd decided to give it a rest just for today. He was also wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead of the usual collared shirt and slacks. Having less layers on his torso helped a bit with the soreness, or so he told himself.

There was a stack of boxes in Arthur's arms, one of which was the Christmas present he'd managed to procure for Eames just a week ago. The rest belonged to either Eames or Ariadne, who wasn't in any shape to carry much of anything at the moment. He stopped abruptly in front of the door that the front desk had directed them and nodded to Ariadne. ]

This should be the one.

[ He shifted the pile of boxes in his arms so as to allow him to open the door with his free hand. ]