I'm a fighter

You know, when Luther came into the apartment and saw blood, he assumed Diego had killed somebody. But then he saw the dead guy was Elliot and knew that wasn't possible. Everybody liked Elliot. He made them jello!

"I can't believe he's dead," Luther said, helping Diego put a sheet over the dead (and mangled, ugh) body.

( Team Himbo threatens an old woman )


( A visit to your brother's cult )


[We still can't use our cell phones in 1963, and there still are no squirrels here! But OOC remains welcome, and this was preplayed with knife_bender and apocalypsehow, and taken from TUA 2.07, Oga for Oga.]

Was it a good thing that Annie now had so much experience cauterizing wounds that it hadn't taken her much time at all to get the skin on Diego's abdomen fused back together? For right now, it felt like good thing, at least. To her surprise and concern, he hadn't woken up in the process -- he'd stayed completely out (though breathing), all throughout the removal of his clothes (and when she was less worried, those institution-issued tighty whities were getting some commentary), and cleaning and dressing and briefly burning the wound.

Eventually, Annie had fallen into a restless doze at his side, though the slightest movement had her waking up and reaching to check on Diego every few minutes. And good thing, too, since this most recent time when Annie woke with a start as Diego shifted on the mattress, she noticed immediately that his wound had reopened.

"Shit." She should have gone back over that once she'd established he wasn't badly hurt anywhere else, really. Guess she'd have to do it now.

She moved to press a hand into Diego's chest, prepared to hold him steady in case this time he actually did wake up when she burned him, and moved her other hand low to his abdomen. The lamp in the room gave a soft hum, and Annie's hand illuminated, white-hot enough to re-seal that wound for good this time.

Sorry, Diego. Hopefully he stayed out for a little bit longer.

[for the stabbed guy who is, unfortunately for him, not staying out a little bit longer.]

Diego regained consciousness slowly. It wasn't the first time he had been sedated here, but it wasn't something you got used to. Especially when you woke up in a padded cell wearing a straightjacket. Eventually he got it together enough to get a game plan going to get out of his current predicament and back to Annie.

It took some time, but Diego managed first to wriggle out of his straightjacket (being flexible was a blessing in so many ways), and then use the pen he stole from Dr. Moncton earlier to pick the lock to his cell.

Soon he was wandering the halls looking for an exit, still moving a little slow due to the drugs in his system. It also meant he didn't see the security guard until it was too late.

"Hargreeves, what are you doing out here?" the guard asked.

Diego was silent for a few moments. "Sleepwalking?"

He moved tried to move as quick as he could to take the guard down, but he wasn't quick enough in his current state. The guard got him in a hold, pulling at his shoulder until Diego could feel a pop as the bone dislocated.

"Like to run your mouth, smartass?" the guard asked, tightening his hold on Diego. "It's gonna be hard after I break your jaw."

( Breakout time )

[Preplayed with knife_bender and myself! I think we're still in TUA 2.01, so a lot of Diego and Lila's dialogue has been lifted from there! OOC welcome, but NFB/NFI]