Violet is anxious, and worried, and just about every other synonym for those words that you can come up with. She came as soon as she heard, and was now hesitating just outside Dave's room. Someone had been nice enough to tell her the room number - which she had been too afraid to ask for.

Deep breath, and... she slips inside, knocking lightly on the doorframe as she does so.

"...Dave...?"

He was asleep until a moment ago, but his eyes flicker open at the sound of her voice and he smiles underneath the oxygen mask. He lifts one hand in a weak wave and beckons her over.

... that was so much fun, he never wants to do it again.

"Ohmygod..."

Violet hurries over, her sneakers squeaking on the floor.

"...Just look at you..." she murmurs, now leaning over him. She hesitantly reaches out to smooth his hair back, and instead lets her hand drift down to the side of his face instead. This is a very, very upset Violet, but she tries to smile anyway. "You're a mess, you know that?"

He nods and catches her hand in his.

"I'll live." His voice is weak and muffled by the oxygen mask, but it's there. "'s okay, Vi..."

She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, adopting a calmer, less anxious expression. He's not dead,.. he's not going to die.
He'll be fine.
Really.

"God... I was so worried about you..." Violet shakes her head, giving a quavery nearly-tearful sigh, "What happened?"

Long pause. Dave is breathing for a while before he tries to answer that.

"... member when you got shot...?" Breathe. "Same thing. Basically."

Only much more complicated than that, and he doesn't have the strength to go into detail.

"Oh, no... she came back?"

The girl bit her lip - it was starting to tremble a little.

"Why can't she just leave you alone..."

"Said... she was bored."

Apparently he is quite entertaining, when tied up with a collar and leash and terrified. Apparently.

"Dunno."

"Bored?... That bitch..."

It's true - Luck's a bitch.
And there is nothing Violet can do about it.

...However, if she hurts Dave again, Violet is certainly going to give it a try.

"So..." she smirks wryly, pulling up a convenient chair, "...How're you feeling?"

He shrugs, then winces. Ow.

"'m not dead, which's a plus."

He tries to make that into a smile with one of his little-boy grins. It doesn't work quite so well, because he could have died.

Violet winces slightly, in sympathy. Poor Dave.

"Heh,... yeah, I have to agree with that. You being dead - that would kinda suck, y'know."
She effects a soft smile, and begins playing with his hair.

"Is there anything you need from home...?"

Mmm, keep doing that, Violet. He prefers that to being poked and prodded while the doctors figure out how he's doing.

"Nah... 'm just sorry I can't work the show..." Sigh.

"Why's the universe hate me, Vi?"

"The universe doesn't hate you," she sighs, shaking her head. "You just have bad..."

Pause. Isn't there a way to say this without mentioning luck?

"...Hm. Well,... put it this way. Shit happens,... and it seems to happen to you more often than other people. 'S nothing to do with you. It just happens."
She smoothes his hair back, and kisses him on the forehead.
"'kay?"

"Heh. 'kay."

He reaches up and clasps her hand. He is not entirely convinced that the universe doesn't hate him, given all that's happened... but that's okay. Nothing's happening right now...

"'m gonna survive again, so I guess it doesn't matter."

"Mmhm..."

Violet twines her fingers in his. She's plainly not content with just sitting there watching, but cuddling wouldn't be a good idea right now, however much she'd like to.

"How're they going to manage at the theater without you?"

"Dunno. Badly, prob'ly."

He squeezes her hand.

Really, Vi, he's all right. He's going to be just fine. Honest.

"I don't doubt it,... you're there practically all the time," she smirks.

No, this statement is not a manifestation of jealousy over the amount of time Dave spends at the theater.

"It'll probably do them good to try and keep things together themselves for a change."

"If they can."

He is pessimistic. He puts a lot of himself into that theatre, and doesn't trust anyone else not to screw it up.

Sigh.

"I'll be back soon, I hope."

"Yeah,... here's to hoping you get better quickly."

Violet tilts her head onto her shoulder, smiling faintly.

"You're sure I can't get you anything?"

"Just stay here?"

The company he gets isn't much good, you know. Doctors and nurses, good bedside manner or not, are not his girlfriend.

"This place sucks."

"Sure, no problem."

Violet laughs - of course the place sucks. It's a hospital.

"Heh,... so I've heard. Guess it hasn't gotten any better since I was last here."

"Mhm."

He's tired, you know. He was shot recently, after all. Lots of bloodloss, then surgery to get the bullet out, and all that kind of thing.

He hasn't had to talk to the police, yet.

Vi sighs, and takes away the hand that's been playing with his hair all this time.

"'m I bothering you...?"
She's mistaking tiredness for annoyance.

He frowns as her hand moves away.

"No. Why'd you stop?"

That was nice. He liked that. He is sore and tired and doesn't like being here, but if he's got to be here, he'd like her to stay here and keep him company. Perhaps a bit selfish of him, but under the circumstances, I think it's justified.

"Thought I was bugging you. Sorry."

And there is more playing with Dave's hair.

"'s okay."

Mm, much better. He closes his eyes and smiles faintly.

"Love you, babe."

"Love you too."

Violet, having figured out that - gasp! - Dave is very worn out, strokes his hair more gently as time passes, hoping to lull him to sleep.

.. and it works.

He settles back into the pillow with a sigh of contentment, and he's out.