Proze style! Present-tense type!

[its_not_biscuts]

Teatime, having been dragged to the hospital by a certain Spike Stoker, has managed to make a somewhat recovery and is now lying in the bed, bandaged heavily and sedated just as much. His system is fighting off most of the drugs, though, so he's not unconscious or delusional. Just not very mobile

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[not_buffys_bf]

Feeling any better?

[its_not_biscuts]

*looks at Spike* Not particularly. What's your name?

[not_buffys_bf]

Stoker. Spike Stoker. Don't know if you remember, but I brought you here. *pause* You know what happened to you, right?

[its_not_biscuts]

You brought me here? I suppose I should thank you, then. And I believe I do remember what happened. Something involving a rather large werewolf.

[ilikekids]

Fenrir strides in, a calm look on his face. He is a large man, with a mass of wild grey hair and eyes that border on amber. "Evening." He leans non-chalantly against the far wall, watching Teatime lazily.

[its_not_biscuts]

With an even look, Teatime watches his yet unknown visitor in much the same manner as the visitor is watching him.

"Good evening." He pauses, tilts his head, then speaks again. "Do I know you?"

[ilikekids]

"I'm afraid so. Name's Fenrir." He looks over Teatime's wounds. He does not remember much of last night, only bits and pieces. His typist is not sure how he figured out where Teatime was.

[its_not_biscuts]

"Fenrir." Teatime follows the gaze. "How, then, do I know you?"