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[demonologist]

WHO Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and YOU!
WHAT Wes has been seriously injured and recovers at the clinic and at home.
WHERE Paradisa castle clinic and Wes' residence in town.
WHEN Backdated from Oct 25th through the week.
NOTES Wes will be at the clinic 25th/26th and will be home from 27th. Will create subthreads, but feel free to create your own. Prose and

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At the clinic, late 25th and 26th Oct.

[demonologist]

26th - midday

[gunnfire]

[Gunn wasn't sure what he was expecting to see when he arrived at the clinic. Wes wasn't dead, which was - probably a good thing, right? Regardless, he lingered in the doorway.]

You look like hell.

Re: 26th - midday

[demonologist]

[Wes feels like it too. But he manages a wan sort of smile and tries to sit up. Which is a terrible idea. He grimaces and gives up trying to move.]

I've had worse.

[Gunn knows this, of course, having been there for both the zombie gunshot wound and throat slashing incidents.]

I'm told that you found me and brought me here. Thank you.

[gunnfire]

[Gunn shrugs at that. He's glad to see that Wes, at least, has enough energy to try to move, and he shrugs a little dismissively.]

Don't really like you, bro. Doesn't mean I want you dead.

Later in the week, at Wes' townhouse. Just specify day if needed.

[demonologist]

28th

[buryyoualive]

[Lilah heard he was hurt before this, but her pride had kept her from coming to see him right away. Eventually though, her curiosity (and her worry, though she would never admit that)gets the best of her and she finds herself making her way to his town house, someplace she hasn't been since she had stayed there.

Of course, when she arrives and makes her way up to his room to see him Fred's there by his side. It's annoying, but not unexpected. She doesn't bother knocking on his door but instead lets herself into his bedroom.

In her hand is a book she picked up at one of the local bookstores. She's not sure if his condition is well enough to read yet, but it's only kind of get well present she was comfortable with.

Not that she really felt comfortable doing this at all. It felt too much like admitting she cared. ]

Well, on the plus side, you don't seem to be dead yet. So there's that to be thankful for.

Re: 28th

[demonologist]

Yes, there's that.

[He offers her a smile. It's a weak one and it's obvious he's aware of, well, the awkwardness of the situation, but appreciative that she still came to see him. It's been a few days now and he's more alert, but clearly still in some pain and in need of bed-rest.]

Is that for me?

Re: 28th

[buryyoualive]

[She places the book on his bed before actually responding.]

It'd be a shame if that big brain of yours started going to waste just because you had to stay in bed for a while.

[Which was her way of saying yes, it was for him without having to straight out admit that she had been thinking that much into how he was doing.]

pfft. what is on time.

[msattentionspan]

Faith wasn't big on the castle most days. Well, she was okay with it if she was headed to visit someone for something a bit rough around the edges. Of course, her own mental state was called into question when she attacked something in the woods, but she hasn't managed to find the time to resolve that yet.

Right now, she's just focused on getting her stitches looked at. They were rough and they itched. She stopped when she reached the door, though. Wes was there. He looked like shit.

Shaking her head, she exhaled and moved to turn around, "I'll come back later."

[demonologist]

For a split second, Wes actually entertained the notion that Faith might have come to check up on him. But that ridiculous stray thought was quickly banished when he realised that it was exactly the opposite and she didn't want to see him at all. He frowned and held up a hand in a gesture of peace.

"No, please. Don't leave on my account. If you're in need of medical assistance, you should come in and get it."

[msattentionspan]

Faith took a deep breath and kept her mouth in a tight line. She didn't want to push this and the fact that he seemed to be injured again made her believe that he must've lost a lot more than just her memory when the castle jacked him. It was sort of pathetic.

Rather than risk having to come back to the castle again, she moved into the clinic and headed toward one of the empty chairs. Her fist balled up, not wanting to really show the wound, considering it was her own fault.

"It's just some pulled stitches. I won't be in here long." She wasn't even sure why she wanted to reassure him that she'd be leaving. Maybe it was just to poke at him that she was still going to walk out on him this time.

[demonologist]

"What happened?" Wes asked curiously. He couldn't help it, he had an inquisitive nature, and especially when it came to people or responsibilities he felt tied to.

Never mind that he looked decidedly worse for wear. Would she even care?