The aftermath of overconfidence

[lizzie_bothwell]

Who: Lizzie, Warren, ot anyone who would come visit
Where: Sunnydale General hospital
When: the day after this incidentLizzie couldn't believe what happen. Warren, her Warren who always planned things out so carefully, rushing headlong into danger and getting nearly killed as a result. She didn't know what he was thinking, going off like that,

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[just_so_smooth]

Clive knocked on the door before letting himself in. Nodding to everyone, he waited for a break in the conversation before he spoke.

"Afternoon, ladies." To Warren, he said, "Hey kid. How you doing over there? You're looking well, at least. Sorry we didn't get there sooner. Don't worry, though. That thing won't be fucking with anybody else any time soon."

[nred]

"Hey," Warren said, then after a beat, "... who the heck are you?"

[just_so_smooth]

"Your girlfriend's cousin and I tend to run in the same circles," Clive said, with a nod for Lizzie. "He asked me to lend a hand and keep an eye on her, but he didn't tell me to expect that much trouble." He grimaced at the thought. "I'm glad to see you're doing alright."

[nred]

"Yeah, everything's dandy," Warren said. Ah, morphine. "Though I could really use a pencil..."

[lizzie_bothwell]

"Hello Clive," Lizzie said, then looked to Warren. "I think I have a pencil in my purse, darling, hold on..."

She started digging in there until she came up with a small notepad and a pen. "Will this do?"

[nred]

"Perfect," Warren agreed, smiling cheerfully.