for notagoddamnhero
It had been at least three weeks since Jimmy had been holed up in the hospital bed. His stitches had already been removed and he was very near to being completely healed. The twenty-one days that had passed had given him time to get in touch with himself. The first six days he spent out of the hospital were spent in tears because he had finally been hit with the validity of losing his family and it was only natural to mourn them. Dean helped a lot though. Whether it was just by taking his mind off of it or convincing him to take a load off and drink a beer, something he hadn't done for many years.
It was about six pm and Jimmy was unsure of where the hunter was, but the steaks were set to a slow broil and the potatoes were in the oven with the corn on the rickets beneath them. Jimmy stepped through the living room and picked up what had been just idly discarded on the floor by his house guest.
It was about six pm and Jimmy was unsure of where the hunter was, but the steaks were set to a slow broil and the potatoes were in the oven with the corn on the rickets beneath them. Jimmy stepped through the living room and picked up what had been just idly discarded on the floor by his house guest.