Chuck hated the clinic but even he had to admit that it had been a while since he gotten the shit beaten out of him to this extent. He probably needed someone to look at him and, well, who better than his bitch
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Oh, great. Another one. Playing dead probably wouldn't work, wouldn't it? Chuck pulled the pillow that was laying over his head off and looked over at Merlin. "Yeah?"
"I'm not exactly comfortable with the whole magical healing thing," Chuck admitted. You can blame Peter Petrelli for his fear of magic and powers. Food was one thing but his face was another. "I'll deal with it. I'm sure you'll be unsurprised to learn that this has happened to me before."
He poked his head into the alcove, frowning slightly. "Hello?"
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The later mostly for the scent. But he didn't know that yet.
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"Oh. Thanks." Chuck reached over to take the vial but wasn't entirely sure if he trusted Merlin or not.
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"I used it when I broke my nose, it'll ease the swelling at the least."
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