Room 220 | Sunday Evening
After nearly three days of sleeping, when he finally woke up, the first thing Griff noticed was the serious amount of pain in his back and neck and...okay maybe all over covered it better. His limbs woke quickly once he started moving to get up off the floor, noting the damp spot where his face had been.
He stretched, cracking his back when he suddenly realized. "It worked!" And he spun around quickly to launch himself at Karev with a shout. "Alex! It worked! I'm alive!"
Hmm. He toed at Karev, "Come on, wake up so I can mock your hairy ass for being sad about killing me!"
[open to any who wondered why the boys weren't in the clinic...dirty?]
He stretched, cracking his back when he suddenly realized. "It worked!" And he spun around quickly to launch himself at Karev with a shout. "Alex! It worked! I'm alive!"
Hmm. He toed at Karev, "Come on, wake up so I can mock your hairy ass for being sad about killing me!"
[open to any who wondered why the boys weren't in the clinic...dirty?]