Oct 28, 2006 12:51
There are a couple of really, really crappy things about being shot in the leg.
One of them has to be the boredom (the pain, in this world without many painkillers, shouldn't even have to be mentioned). You can't move, really, although Armand can manage to walk (a bit), and it's driving him insane.
Someone (he can't remember if it was Michael or Journey or Alistair) had left a book by his mattress when he was asleep, and thus Armand is sitting outside in the sun.
Reading.
[ooc: I know he's in Pack-territory, but he's been sulking in my brain. If anyone outside Pack wants to tag, just...handwave someone showing them in.]
michael,
russ harris,
armand rousseau,
preston vasquez