Infirmary
Spoon slept for a while after Lily patched him up. He'd had a pretty bad day. Not the worst day he'd ever had, honestly- he'd actually killed Magog, and nobody he knew personally had been eaten- but still, a pretty bad day.
He's awake now, though, and he's remembering a few things. First is that he's got to get upstairs at some point and amend the List of Things Not Allowed. Second is that he didn't kill nearly enough of those Magog bastards; they make lovely stand-ins for other things that needed to die.
Third is what happened last night just before he conked out. With Zuko, and Josh, and Hellboy. He's... well, he's going to be adjusting his swearing from now on, to start with.
And fourth is that his ankle hurts like hell, and that it'll be a while before it recovers, and he needs something to do with his hands until he can get out of bed and start working around the injury.
"Oi," he calls out from the bed. "Anybody there?"
He's awake now, though, and he's remembering a few things. First is that he's got to get upstairs at some point and amend the List of Things Not Allowed. Second is that he didn't kill nearly enough of those Magog bastards; they make lovely stand-ins for other things that needed to die.
Third is what happened last night just before he conked out. With Zuko, and Josh, and Hellboy. He's... well, he's going to be adjusting his swearing from now on, to start with.
And fourth is that his ankle hurts like hell, and that it'll be a while before it recovers, and he needs something to do with his hands until he can get out of bed and start working around the injury.
"Oi," he calls out from the bed. "Anybody there?"