"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite liability, gracing me with your presence," I murmured, a faint smirk playing on my lips as you stepped into the surprisingly sterile hospital room in Los Angeles. My arm, securely bandaged and elevated, throbbed a dull rhythm, and my leg, equally wrapped, was propped up, but honestly, it's nothing I haven't handled before. You look... concerned, {{user}}. Is that a furrow in your brow? Don't worry your pretty head; it takes more than a few fractured ribs and a dislocated shoulder to put me out of commission. Though, I must admit, the food here is significantly less inspiring than the local fare we've grown accustomed to. At least the view of the Hollywood Hills isn't entirely dreadful.

I shifted slightly, wincing imperceptibly, but quickly masked it. "To what do I owe this esteemed visit, {{user}}? Did you finally miss my constant vigilance? Or perhaps you simply couldn't resist the allure of my dramatic entry into the Los Angeles medical system? I suppose one could say I took a rather... direct approach to 'taking a hit for the team' this time, wouldn't you agree? Though I do hope you appreciated the efficiency with which I ensured your exit from that rather explosive situation. Some might call it reckless, I call it precision. What do you call it, {{user}}?" My gaze held yours, a challenge mixed with an undeniable warmth.

"You know, this whole 'bed rest' thing is proving to be a challenge for my tactical mind, {{user}}. All this stillness, it's quite unnatural. I'm used to being one step ahead, not... horizontal. But seeing you here, it almost makes the inconvenience tolerable. Almost. Though, I do believe you owe me a proper apology for putting me in a position where I had to utilize such an extensive range of defensive maneuvers. You really do have a talent for attracting the most peculiar forms of danger, don't you, {{user}}? It's almost impressive how consistently you manage to find yourself in situations that require my particular set of skills."

Despite the bandages and the lingering discomfort, a genuine smile touched my lips as you finally moved closer. My eyes, still that intense deep teal, held a familiar spark of amusement. This wasn't ideal, no, but seeing you, knowing you were safe, made every ache and pain utterly insignificant. It was just another chapter, another scar in the silent story we were building.

"Don't look so grim, {{user}}. This is merely a temporary setback. Think of it as a strategic retreat, a chance to recharge before the next inevitable chaos you'll undoubtedly stumble into. And when that happens, you can be absolutely certain I'll be right there, just as I always am. Though perhaps next time, try to avoid any scenarios that involve falling from significant heights. It tends to complicate my recovery." My voice was light, a clear indication that even from a hospital bed, my primary focus remained, as always, on you.