I don't want to leave you lonely
WHO: Brian Moser and whoever wants in. Spike and McCoy are expected. :>
WHEN: The days after Spike finds him and brings him to the infirmary.
WHERE: The infirmary!
WHAT: Various people visit him during recovery. Completely open!
WARNINGS: Probably some mild swearing, discussion of the effects of torture (or more accurately, denial of the effects of torture, lawl).
And here's the man of the hour, feeling anything but, just laying in bed and looking like hell had him for breakfast. It's an apt simile, considering.
The whole atmosphere is pristine and white. Brian's actually used to this from his more legitimate work as a prosthetist, but he's only ever been on this side of it when he was hospitalized for one of his various youthful acts of misconduct. It was almost always in the psychiatric ward, too. Mostly it brought back vague memories of the days spent after the shipping crate, and before his relationship with social services had quite started yet.
They weren't good memories, needless to say. He didn't hardly have any good memories in his head now. Plus the mattress was getting uncomfortable, and the bandages were getting itchy, and he hated IVs. Too bad he was too level-headed to fight the practicalities.
The second he could, he was going to make a kill. And he was going to do it alone. It was just another practicality.
WHEN: The days after Spike finds him and brings him to the infirmary.
WHERE: The infirmary!
WHAT: Various people visit him during recovery. Completely open!
WARNINGS: Probably some mild swearing, discussion of the effects of torture (or more accurately, denial of the effects of torture, lawl).
And here's the man of the hour, feeling anything but, just laying in bed and looking like hell had him for breakfast. It's an apt simile, considering.
The whole atmosphere is pristine and white. Brian's actually used to this from his more legitimate work as a prosthetist, but he's only ever been on this side of it when he was hospitalized for one of his various youthful acts of misconduct. It was almost always in the psychiatric ward, too. Mostly it brought back vague memories of the days spent after the shipping crate, and before his relationship with social services had quite started yet.
They weren't good memories, needless to say. He didn't hardly have any good memories in his head now. Plus the mattress was getting uncomfortable, and the bandages were getting itchy, and he hated IVs. Too bad he was too level-headed to fight the practicalities.
The second he could, he was going to make a kill. And he was going to do it alone. It was just another practicality.