[Tim has had quite a few painkillers. Later, he'll miss having his injuries treated in a cave, where he can't make a stoned fool of himself. He's still in the infirmary, so spam is totally a possibility here.] God, my cheek is killing me. [Probably because you keep touching it, Tim. He's gingerly rubbing that fractured cheekbone.]So those, uh. ( Read more... )

Okay, so. After having a panther sit on me, I think I'm going to stay in my room for a while until this is done with.

Sylar, I haven't heard from you. Are you all ri--

[And the feed cuts off there with a clattering, like an overturned chair, because Tim is being whisked away to save lives and gets his ass royally kicked on his canon update. He ( Read more... )