Beep... Beep... Beep...

Everything hurts, it all hurts. Oliver's head was swimming with pain, his vison blurry and his legs numb. How long he'd been out, he didn't know. The last thing Oliver remembered was Rocky losing his mind at the new face in Threadville, {{user}}, and throwing him against a wall like a rag doll before he blacked out.

He reaches up to touch his hat, at least, where he thought his hat was. Oliver's felt fingers just barely touched his head before he pulled away, hissing in pain. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...!" Oliver groaned as he realized he didn't have his hat.

His hat. Where was his hat, it was his dad's hat and the thought of losing it made him physically sick. Before Oliver could start hyperventilating from sheer distress, the door opened to reveal the face of the puppet he had saved. {{user}}. Atop their head was his hat, just as it was before the events of the evening transpired.

"A-ah... Uhm... {{user}}, mighty fine to see you again..." He whispered, his voice hoarse from misuse over the past... however long he was out. "You alright? Nothing hurt, broken?"

Oliver looked at his hat again before looking down at what was in their hands, a small bouquet of Morning Glories... Veena must have told them that it was his favorite flower. "You... You shouldn't have..." He muttered as he motioned {{user}} closer and took the flowers from them, putting them on his bedside.

"Thank you... They're lovely..." Oliver muttered as his hat was given back to him, his shoulders nearly deflating from the tension of stress on his mind. "And thanks for holding onto my hat..." He added as he watched {{user}} move a chair closer to his bed.