Heading away from Cook County Hospital

[x_van_helsing_x]

Van Helsing has graduated from unweildy crutches, to ugly, uncomfortable cane. His physical therapist is thoroughly floored at his progress, given how much of a pain in the ass he is during the sessions. Van Helsing, of course, grins and acts like this is all normal - it is, for him

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[c0lder_than_ice]

A cold north wind stirs up out of nowhere, sending leaves anf garbage flying.

"Well, haven't we made a speedy recovery," Maeve remarks with a smirk.

[x_van_helsing_x]

He closes his eyes and turns his head away from the swirling debris. Once it settles, he turns back and remarks, "Isn't that what you wanted?"

Which does not mean it was done specifically for her - but what she doesn't know...

[c0lder_than_ice]

She's more just surprised at exactly how quickly he recovered--very surprising for a mortal, if indeed that's what he is. She hasn't quite figured him out yet, not completely. Not that she'd let him know that, of course.

"It was," she agrees with a casual toss of her head, leaning against a nearby wall and crossing her arms over her-ample-chest. She's switched to a thin sweater to try and blend in more, but doesn't really need it to protect her from the cold.

"I was just checking up on you, seeing how you were getting on," she smiles sweetly, voice oozing with insincere concern.

[x_van_helsing_x]

"Fucking fantastic. Thanks for the concern."

He wobbles along down the road - no particular destination. That doesn't matter, until he's back in shape and able to work, he won't be going anywhere.

[brian_kinnetic]

He's just steped out of his office, going for a smoke and a walk around the block just so he can get out into the fresh air for a while.

He's not even watching where he's going, too intent on squinting through the his sunglasses at his leather gloves, and nearly knocks someone down.

Yeah, that'd be you, VH.

[x_van_helsing_x]

He snarls and swings the can at the man's legs. "Watch where the fuck you're going."

[brian_kinnetic]

"I was watching. You weren't there a second ago," he snarls back, stepping back from the reach of the cane. "Not my fault you need to learn to walk."

[x_van_helsing_x]

"It's a street corner. I've been standing here waiting for the crosswalk signal to change. You," he points the cane at the man, "were giving your shiny new gloves the eye."