"Nah," he says, and wave Sam off. There's a tingling buzz down his arm and for a moment his arm disappears entirely. Then the pain comes back. "Demon bitch's a good shot. She knew what she was doing."

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"It probably saved his life."

Because head trauma does that.

The doctor dabs at his tear ducts with a hypoallergenic wipe, and his eyelids flutter. Food poisonings, alcohol poisonings, and diabetic comas all night long. And them.

"An unconscious or resting body intakes less oxygen than--"

Sam knows.

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"Oh, this is definitely helping. Pack these for me, would you? Nonono--god Sam, have you never seen a Bette Davis film? Ahhh, there we go. Light me another one, will you? I wanna try the Now, Voyager thing ( Read more... )

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