Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
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[THREE]
"Seriously?" I asked him.
"Well, seeing how I still need to heal, yea."
"Oh yea," I wondered what would happen if we were running from the cops and I thought that we would be caught. For one thing, having a wounded man named Tabra, would probably be hard to run from cops in. I could probably make it, but Tabra probably couldn't. And I can't, I won't, let this happen to us, hoặc him.
"So, how long do bạn think it'll take for bạn to heal?"
"They đã đưa ý kiến it was a clean cut in the stomach, nothing was damaged, miraculously. They đã đưa ý kiến for me to just keep this wrapped around me as long as three weeks, and to check up on it everytime I take a vòi hoa sen hoặc something. They đã đưa ý kiến to rinse it with water, but no soap until it's scabbed over."
"Oh, okay, ew. That's good though." I đã đưa ý kiến and he nodded. "Do bạn know how this is gonna' work out, with Haus and stuff?"
"No...but we should get out of here as soon as we can."
"Yea." I got to my feet as the doctor walked in.
"Hello, Mr. Clinish," The doctor đã đưa ý kiến and nodded to me. "How are bạn feeling?"
"Good. Can I go now?"
"After bạn fill out this paperwork."
"Alrighty," Tabra took the paperwork and the doc. handed him a pen and Tabra started filling the information out.
"How are you?" The doctor asked me.
"I'm good," I đã đưa ý kiến and the doctor laughed.
"Since when did bạn think bạn could attack Haus? And succeed!?"
"What?" I đã đưa ý kiến and he laughed, then whipped out a gun and aimed at me.
"You didn't think bạn could get away with killing my boss now did you? He's immortal. He will never die."
"What?" I said, and then he pulled the trigger.
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
___________________________
[THREE]
"Seriously?" I asked him.
"Well, seeing how I still need to heal, yea."
"Oh yea," I wondered what would happen if we were running from the cops and I thought that we would be caught. For one thing, having a wounded man named Tabra, would probably be hard to run from cops in. I could probably make it, but Tabra probably couldn't. And I can't, I won't, let this happen to us, hoặc him.
"So, how long do bạn think it'll take for bạn to heal?"
"They đã đưa ý kiến it was a clean cut in the stomach, nothing was damaged, miraculously. They đã đưa ý kiến for me to just keep this wrapped around me as long as three weeks, and to check up on it everytime I take a vòi hoa sen hoặc something. They đã đưa ý kiến to rinse it with water, but no soap until it's scabbed over."
"Oh, okay, ew. That's good though." I đã đưa ý kiến and he nodded. "Do bạn know how this is gonna' work out, with Haus and stuff?"
"No...but we should get out of here as soon as we can."
"Yea." I got to my feet as the doctor walked in.
"Hello, Mr. Clinish," The doctor đã đưa ý kiến and nodded to me. "How are bạn feeling?"
"Good. Can I go now?"
"After bạn fill out this paperwork."
"Alrighty," Tabra took the paperwork and the doc. handed him a pen and Tabra started filling the information out.
"How are you?" The doctor asked me.
"I'm good," I đã đưa ý kiến and the doctor laughed.
"Since when did bạn think bạn could attack Haus? And succeed!?"
"What?" I đã đưa ý kiến and he laughed, then whipped out a gun and aimed at me.
"You didn't think bạn could get away with killing my boss now did you? He's immortal. He will never die."
"What?" I said, and then he pulled the trigger.
