Qualt sighed, boredom surrounding him and falling on him like if a the giant worm from the Warfang's Attack was raining by dozens. So, yeah, he was pretty "squished" on his bed by that, waiting hours into the hospital for his wounds to be healed a minimum. He had a perfect poker face.
"Oh hey buddy!" said a voice, coming from the bed right next to him.
He turned the head and saw... the dragon with whose he told his story the last time.
"So you're back?" he continued.
"You too, as I see."
"Yeeeeeah... Not really proud on how I'm back here."
"Your time to tell me."
"Well... You see, after getting out of here, I came back to my home. And I decided to go on the roof, to appreciate the little view I had. The only problem I had was that... well... I slipped."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, not a great way to end in there, eh? Ah ah!... Anyway, how 'bout you? How did you managed to come here again?"
"So, after getting out of here, I was upgraded as detective and had to investigate on a murder of two dragon children. I found the murderer and he wasn't really... cooperative. Fortunately, he was stopped."
The other stood silent a moment.
"What?" asked Ironhorns.
"Nothing. You were more talkative the last time."
"Yeah. But not this time, sorry, don't want that thing to be written again and sent to lots of writers without my permission!"
"Oh..."
"But, yeah. Guess who's gonna have new horns!"
"I saw that."
"This time, I want at least retractable small blades like daggers on them. 'T would be pretty fucking useful."
"I see..."
Then, the silence fell on both of them. They were searching for something to say to the other, to make the time pass.
And, actually, the other found something. He opened his mouth and...
"Mister Ironhorns?" said a doctor cheetah entering the room. "Your wife is here to see you."
"Your wife?" asked the other dragon to Qualt. "I thought she was dead."
"Yeah. My ancient wife is dead. Now, well... It's a long story."
"Hey Qualt!" said a feminine voice before brutally enter the room.
"Oh, hello Gloria", he said.
She came closer to the blue dragon as the cheetah got out of the room. What she did once she was next to him was just... getting on the bed with him while saying:
"Yeah, for the wife thing, it was the only way to enter and to join you."
"Don't worry with that."
"So, how ya doin' with all the shits you got?"
"Well... Pretty visible, for the moment. I have to stay here and wait."
"I see."
"Anyway... now that the case is closed, what you're gonna do?"
She sighed and stood silent for some seconds.
"I don't know..." she finally answered."I seriously don't know... And you?"
"I think you know what I'll do."
"Oh, yeah, true, I remember... Well, happy you're doin' pretty well."
"Yeah... I only will go well if I'll have the horns I asked, ah ah!"
She got out the bed and, with a false smile, she replied:
"Well, I went here to see if you were doing okay and I had my answer. Now I'll let you."
"Okay."
"Heal well."
"Wait, before you go, where will I be able to find you when I'll be out of here?"
"Hmmm... Maybe where you found me."
And she began to leave before...
"Oh, Gloria! Before you go..."
He made a quick movement with his head, silently saying to approach. She came closer, so, and he whispered to her:
"The keys are under the mat."
She smiled, nodded, and got out.
Qualt stood silent... and then turned towards his neighbor to say:
"So... What were we talking about?"
And so, they befriended and began to know each other. He learned, for example, that the grey dragon (because, yes, it was a grey dragon) was called Drer, that he was 31 years old and was a 2nd Class hammersmith.
Then went the moment to put his new horns. Once again, it was really painful. And Qualt just swore to every gods he knew. Yet, he had what he wanted: detachable iron horns with retractile blades like daggers in them.
After the operation, he could go home. That's what he did, thinking at the same time about the tournaments and where would he have the right infos.
He quickly arrived in front of his house. He opened the door and entered before yelling:
"Finally back home!"
He felt something right behind him, like a breath, and so a feminine voice talked in a lovely tone:
"Back home with a surprise."
As you probably guessed it, it was Gloria.
Ironhorns turned back and immediately kissed her. He closed the door and the two, finally, reunited themselves in a passionate night...