Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Three
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"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, or him.
"So, how long do you think it'll take for you to heal?"
"They said it was a clean cut in the stomach, nothing was damaged, miraculously. They said for me to just keep this wrapped around me as long as three weeks, and to check up on it everytime I take a chuveiro or something. They said to rinse it with water, but no soap until it's scabbed over."
"Oh, okay, ew. That's good though." I said and he nodded. "Do you 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 said and nodded to me. "How are you feeling?"
"Good. Can I go now?"
"After you 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 said and the doctor laughed.
"Since when did you think you could attack Haus? And succeed!?"
"What?" I said and he laughed, then whipped out a gun and aimed at me.
"You didn't think you 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, or him.
"So, how long do you think it'll take for you to heal?"
"They said it was a clean cut in the stomach, nothing was damaged, miraculously. They said for me to just keep this wrapped around me as long as three weeks, and to check up on it everytime I take a chuveiro or something. They said to rinse it with water, but no soap until it's scabbed over."
"Oh, okay, ew. That's good though." I said and he nodded. "Do you 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 said and nodded to me. "How are you feeling?"
"Good. Can I go now?"
"After you 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 said and the doctor laughed.
"Since when did you think you could attack Haus? And succeed!?"
"What?" I said and he laughed, then whipped out a gun and aimed at me.
"You didn't think you 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.
