#38 - [Text/Action]

[totallyinaband]

Hey guys. So I'm not dead, for those of you who were wondering. I do look like shit, though, so be warned. I'm still at the hospital. They put me on an iv drip, but they said I'm going to be fine. They're letting me go home tonight

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[withloadedguns]

[What is this? Monsters, harpies, zombies, vampires--that's all the kind of stuff he's been up against since he got here. Vampires are just the latest. Maybe he should make a career out of killing these things. Maybe not. He kind of looks like hell too, since fighting a vampire will do that to you, but you win the looks-like-more-hell contest, Stephen. He'll try not to let on that you're the winner there. And apparently everyone who comes to visit likes to just stand in the doorway.]

Hello.

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[totallyinaband]

[Stephen is propped up in his bed checking the network when he comes in. He jumps a little at the sound of his voice - damn that guy is stealthy. He looks almost comical standing the the harsh florescent lights of the hospital. Certainly out of place, anyway. He can tell he's uncomfortable - hell, Stephen's never been a huge fan of hospitals, either. He clicks his device off and smiles at him.]

Hey, man. It's good to see you in one piece.

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[withloadedguns]

[It's not his idea of a great place, and, no he doesn't fit into it well at all. After all, while he's visiting, he can't smoke or carry his gun or wear his noisy spurs--I mean, they might as well just make him walk around naked or something. He'd sooner go out without his pants than without his gun :'( But he will endure. It's worth putting up with.]

I could say the same for you.

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[totallyinaband]

Mostly, yeah.

Uh, they're telling me I've got you to thank for that.

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[withloadedguns]

[Hey, look--a handy chair for visitors to sit in. He's gonna sit in it and prop his feet up and maybe even put his hat on his foot. Just because. Once he's done that, then he'll answer.]

Maybe.

[Grin~ C'mon, Stephen. Don't sell yourself short. You're the one who was enough of a fighter to keep from dying. Besides...]

But...if you're going to thank me, you should thank my horse too.

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[totallyinaband]

[He looks as odd in a hospital visitor's chair as he does in a hospital door way, but at least is looks more comfortable. And yes, not dying, his newest skill. He should add it to his resume.]

I'll keep it in mind next time I see him.

Seriously, though. Thank you.

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[withloadedguns]

[He should. Musician, vegetarian chef, non-dying... It's a good resume.

Aww, look at 'im, being all humble and lookin' at his lap for a second before he says anything...]

Couldn't just leave you there.

[That's a "you're welcome."]

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[totallyinaband]

Other people might've. And I heard you two ended up having a pretty epic showdown.

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[withloadedguns]

[Oh snap, there's a smile here. Yeah, it was pretty epic. And he even learned that slang.]

You could call it that.

[He threw hot cooking oil on a vampire and then tried to light it on fire. IDK, kind of epic.]

She was fast.

[Credit where credit is due.]

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[totallyinaband]

She was a vampire. I think they're known for that.

I kinda wish I was awake to see it.

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[withloadedguns]

Yeah.

[I dunno, there was a lot of blood in that diner...]

Maybe next time.

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[totallyinaband]

I'm kind of hoping getting my throat ripped open is going to be a 'once in a lifetime' deal.

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[withloadedguns]

It still didn't kill you.

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[totallyinaband]

Doesn't mean it's something I want to happen again.

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[withloadedguns]

That's fair enough.

[He takes his hat from where it's been hanging on the toe of his boot and makes ready to put it back on his head and take his leave.]

You still need some rest.

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[totallyinaband]

So they keep telling me.