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[The beds in the clinic are horrible. Even in a magic castle, they smell like... sterile air and bleach. It's really no surprise that he can't stay asleep. By the time he wakes up, he's got some nice bandages to add to his wardrobe and the lovely residue of pain killers numbing most of what's underneath them. Spike doesn't really give a shit about broken bones though -- even if the journal is a pain in the ass to get open and set up a filter (although it was easy enough to find; they left it right on the bedside table), since Faye ran off before he could ask, he needs to clear a few things before he can try to find somewhere more comfortable to take a nap.]
(Abel)
[You know he'd write this if he could -- but the wrist Cain broke happened to be his writing hand and once he manages to get the filter down, he dictates the rest. He'll just keep it brief so Abel can't pick up where he's at.]
Find him?
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ooc: Don't you hate it when you haven't seen a guy in a while, and he winds up in the clinic with a couple broken ribs and a snapped wrist? -- He swears he wasn't trying this time. It's not as bad as the icon, really! But he is pretty beat up thanks to his (completely accidental!) run in with Cain. He's been sleeping for more than a day after that. Totally open in the clinic/journal to the filter.
(Abel)
[You know he'd write this if he could -- but the wrist Cain broke happened to be his writing hand and once he manages to get the filter down, he dictates the rest. He'll just keep it brief so Abel can't pick up where he's at.]
Find him?
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ooc: Don't you hate it when you haven't seen a guy in a while, and he winds up in the clinic with a couple broken ribs and a snapped wrist? -- He swears he wasn't trying this time. It's not as bad as the icon, really! But he is pretty beat up thanks to his (completely accidental!) run in with Cain. He's been sleeping for more than a day after that. Totally open in the clinic/journal to the filter.