Looking for a Florance Nightengale
It was the day after the battle and Lindsey had been passed out for about half a day now. As he started to come to, the first thing he was aware of was the blinding pain through his abdomen. It almost made him slip back into unconsciousness again, but he fought past it to the dim lights of the room. His hand reached out blindly for the table, hoping by some miracle there would be pills there.
There had been a doctor after all. Where was the two pills to take before calling him in the morning?
"God damn..." he growled, turning his head to look with black eyes, unable to even switch to the baby blues. He could feel the return of his magic from the sleeping, but it still wasn't nearly enough to heal him, at least not inside. He might be able to tap into the aura of nature to help, but that meant crawling outside and finding dirt to lay in.
Yeah, he was still pretty screwed. And from the feel of the room, he was pretty much alone too. There were demons all around the place, though. Safety precaution, Lindsey was sure of. But someone could come in and check on him...
There had been a doctor after all. Where was the two pills to take before calling him in the morning?
"God damn..." he growled, turning his head to look with black eyes, unable to even switch to the baby blues. He could feel the return of his magic from the sleeping, but it still wasn't nearly enough to heal him, at least not inside. He might be able to tap into the aura of nature to help, but that meant crawling outside and finding dirt to lay in.
Yeah, he was still pretty screwed. And from the feel of the room, he was pretty much alone too. There were demons all around the place, though. Safety precaution, Lindsey was sure of. But someone could come in and check on him...