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paradisa2014-02-22 09:38 pm
gottaknockhard) wrote in paradisa2014-02-22 09:38 pm
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[Things have changed from the days when getting into bloody shootouts and being thrown out of windows were all part of a routine procedure for Spike. When they had the technology to treat severe injuries, and he could bounce back from broken bones in a matter of weeks or even days. Now he has to experience the whole damn thing. It's out of sheer stubbornness that he doesn't get impatient and put out an open call for a "magic" doctor to speed up the process of regaining use in his hand. (Whatever they're really called. As many times as he's had to use them before, he should probably know that.) Too bad the only ones he could trust aren't around anymore.
For a while he had daydreamed about jumping off of the castle; which isn't the most original idea, and yet never seems to happen. Something always holds him back. The spectacle of it all, maybe. Spike is generally a private person, and the last thing he wants is to have his name blasted over the journal after he made a mess on the castle steps. Still, in two weeks he could be as good as new. If he were less experienced with the whole process, it would have been an easy sell.
Instead, here he is, slumped in a chair in the clinic lobby. Bored out of his mind.]
Hey. [He hasn't opened the journal once in weeks, and he doesn't bother to look back at what he missed when he dictates to a blank page. The only reason he has it open now is to put off walking up to that counter and have them berate him for leaving in the first place. Small steps.] What's the next holiday? I need to start marking this shit down.
[LATER --]
( Queen Anne )
[After his prognosis he has the journal on him again. He thinks about doing this in person, but he does a better job at faking good health this way. He has a feeling he'll be doing a lot of that in the foreseeable future.
She doesn't deserve to wait.]
I haven't forgotten.
For a while he had daydreamed about jumping off of the castle; which isn't the most original idea, and yet never seems to happen. Something always holds him back. The spectacle of it all, maybe. Spike is generally a private person, and the last thing he wants is to have his name blasted over the journal after he made a mess on the castle steps. Still, in two weeks he could be as good as new. If he were less experienced with the whole process, it would have been an easy sell.
Instead, here he is, slumped in a chair in the clinic lobby. Bored out of his mind.]
Hey. [He hasn't opened the journal once in weeks, and he doesn't bother to look back at what he missed when he dictates to a blank page. The only reason he has it open now is to put off walking up to that counter and have them berate him for leaving in the first place. Small steps.] What's the next holiday? I need to start marking this shit down.
[LATER --]
( Queen Anne )
[After his prognosis he has the journal on him again. He thinks about doing this in person, but he does a better job at faking good health this way. He has a feeling he'll be doing a lot of that in the foreseeable future.
She doesn't deserve to wait.]
I haven't forgotten.