Spoon slept for a while after Lily patched him up. He'd had a pretty bad day. Not the worst day he'd ever had, honestly- he'd actually killed Magog, and nobody he knew personally had been eaten- but still, a pretty bad day
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Spoon lifts his head enough to peer in Annie's direction. "Nah, 'm good," he says indistinctly. "Don't think I'm getting back to sleep, though." A pause. "What'd I miss?"
"If you were awake for the revival of Zuko, then not much. People being hurt. Bleeding. Crying. Sarcasm. Tris blew a gasket about Mel, for some reason, gave out a few injections of marcaine to people with gaping wounds and those missing limbs, and then ... well, everyone slept, I think." She's talking quietly, as most of the others are out.
(River is just pretending to sleep, but she's not saying a word.)
At some point while he's awake, Clarise shows up again cause she's having problems staying still too, and she can manage to not stay still while moving.
"Psssh," says Spoon, doing his best to airily wave one hand. Alas, he's right-handed and his pectorals and a few of the deltoids want WORDS with him about that healing Lily did. "You- nngh- missed the artery, didn't you? Could've been worse. Could've got me in the arse."
Spoon's foot moves and he reflexively grimaces, but pushes it into a smile as he says, "Could do with a cup of tea and a fuck of a lot of alcohol." Pause. "Other'n that? I'm good."
One of his hands brushes the dart site on his thigh and he lets out an especially pungent hiss.
Spoon grimaces, but nods. "And not eaten by werewolves, neither, so that's a step up," he mutters. "Where's your boy, anyways? I haven't seen him since we left."
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On the floor next to the chair, Tris Williams is fast asleep.
"But if you need a doctor I might have to kick him, he's lost to the waking world."
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(River is just pretending to sleep, but she's not saying a word.)
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"Morning, sunshine."
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"I'm really sorry."
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THat'd be his uncle. Zuko is awake, and his Mel is mysteriously missing.
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The bird sits on the top of a chair, watching him.
"How are you?"
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One of his hands brushes the dart site on his thigh and he lets out an especially pungent hiss.
"Or not. Fuck."
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He sounds as if he's dealt with a great number of wounds.
"But at least you are alive."
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