Gargoyles' reality. Manhattan General Hospital. Intensive care ward.

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Goliath sighed as he walked through the door and found himself and his alternate in the hospital cafeteria. "I meant to get something to eat, but I'd forgotten."

A young nurse came up behind them and gently poked gargoyle Goliath in the wing. "Excuse me, please. I need coffee NOW."

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Goliath rested a hand on his counterpart's shoulder. "Goliath," he said. "This will do you no good. Sit and take your meal. You cannot help anyone if you ignore your own needs."

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He started and saved the coffee with difficulty, then looked at his alternate quizzically for a moment before he registered what had been said and nodded. "You're right, brother."

Hudson shook his head and pointed him into a chair and he dropped into it and nearly bit the sandwich before remembering to peel it first.

The old gargoyle watched him, then looked at Lex before jerking his head at gargoyle Goliath and stepping out of the room, where he arched his back and stretched his wings to a fearful cacophony of pops and cracks. "Och, I feel like I've been playin' horse fer the hatchlings."

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Goliath followed the older Gargoyle into the hallway. He kept his voice low. "How long has he been like this?" he asked, referring to his counterpart.