*'...Lillies?' Cesar mouths, touching his throat again and moving the blanket away. Was L going to buy flowers and send it--what, to his house? The man thought he was a detective, so he might get that far. Was he planning to send some to Cesar's hospital room?*
*Cesar lets the screen go dark, but can't quite banish the crease that has formed between his eyebrows. Was L going to show up there? At his room? ... Could Cesar preemptively request the nurses to let no visitors in until he's gone? No, that last one would be jumping the gun. Except how else would L have known to bring flowers if he didn't clearly already know that Cesar was in a hospital?*
*By the time L arrives, Cesar's nurses will have been shown a phone-typed message requesting no visitors, and Cesar will have pushed the phone back on the table to sleep. (Or he'll try to: his eyes are closed, but his breathing isn't deep, or even.)*
*He's worse for wear. There's a cut with some bruising at his top and bottom lips, severe chapping, and there's a feeding tube coming out of one nostril. More than any of those are the strong shadows of bruising at his forehead, jaw, and the wrist that's over the blanket.*
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Date: 2014-12-18 04:17 am (UTC)*Cesar lets the screen go dark, but can't quite banish the crease that has formed between his eyebrows. Was L going to show up there? At his room? ... Could Cesar preemptively request the nurses to let no visitors in until he's gone? No, that last one would be jumping the gun. Except how else would L have known to bring flowers if he didn't clearly already know that Cesar was in a hospital?*
*By the time L arrives, Cesar's nurses will have been shown a phone-typed message requesting no visitors, and Cesar will have pushed the phone back on the table to sleep. (Or he'll try to: his eyes are closed, but his breathing isn't deep, or even.)*
*He's worse for wear. There's a cut with some bruising at his top and bottom lips, severe chapping, and there's a feeding tube coming out of one nostril. More than any of those are the strong shadows of bruising at his forehead, jaw, and the wrist that's over the blanket.*
*He'd been restrained.*