[ frank hates hospitals too, somehow always causing trouble when he's in one -- go figure. but he's also used to them, their impersonal white walls reminding him of all that he'd lost. of what he'd never get back. will is like a mirage for his fever-addled mind, a tan blur who waves in and out of focus with smaller points of colored light moving between his fingers. it lulls him into somewhere between sleeping and consciousness, laying his head on the pillow for the first time since he arrived. max pillows his chin on frank's ankle, his boots still strapped tight around his feet, and heaves out the tiniest dog-sigh. ]
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