Bedside Manner [Lukas/Natasha]

CITY OF LIGHTS
"Somethin' me related, so yeah, I guess." His face attempted some form of expression, before the spike of pain tightened Lukas' eyes closed. A short hiss of air before they'd open, an uncomfortable shifting around in his bed.

"Just keep it somewhere safe otherwise. Maybe I'll just come and get it from you sometime soon, don't know. Trying to think ahead, while I got the time." Shifting his metal cast into a half okay position, the man attempted to settle back, faint rays of the early morning sun poking in through the hospital's curtains.

"Thanks for coming by." Lukas' eyes met with Natasha's, the exhaustion palpable in his gaze. The appreciation in his voice genuine, albeit muted.

"I'll keep it in a safe place until yer up and runnin' then, sweetheart."

Curiosity gnawed at Natasha, annoyingly so, but she paid no heed to it. He was a stubborn man, after all. She didn't quite believe her patience was built to broach a subject regarding this package. It was better to hold true to her promise and allow him a moment's rest. There were more pertinent questions on her mind, different matters to speak on other than a mystery. Nothing less, nothing more. Leaning against the chair, Natasha would flash a grin back at him in response to his genuine appreciation.

"Like I said, it's the least I can do, honey. Don't worry about it. Knowin' you, you'll be out of here in no time. Do be careful, though. Don't rush back out too fast. I gotta ask, though. What are yer plans' movin' forward? I'm looking to get some training in. Pretty pissed off about what happened in Africa."

CITY OF LIGHTS
"Keep your eyes and ears open, hopefully you'll hear about it when I kick half of these assholes into shape." He almost began to laugh, before a pained twist in his eyes and hand clutching towards his chest. "I've got some people I plan on contacting. Need to put the legwork in."

Lukas grunted with a shift in his neck, expressing faint discomfort as air shot from his nose. "And don't try and give me grief about over working myself or fuck all, I get enough of that shit from Liltotto."

Heavy eyes drifted as he finished speaking, a faint yawn trailing the last few words. In turn, he motioned with his hand. "Turn off the lights when you leave, yeah?"