03-01-2014, 08:57 PM
Like all the most brazen ideas, Michael's formed in the shower.
His discharge was finalized with extreme efficiency. He hoped the man had not actually run, but was grateful to be up and moving around. The wounds were already healing well and the residual pain was bearable.
His wounds required re-bandaging after showering and a nurse gave him one last check-over before she were satisfied.
"Everything seems to be going well. You will find a new uniform in the side draw, then you are free to go."
Michael nodded but did not move. "Thank you, but I don't need a uniform at the moment. Could you have something unassuming - something local - prepared?"
The woman looked doubtful but minutes later he was dressed in a brown shirt with long billowing sleeves and a pair of baggy cotton pants. Hardly practical but fortunately he had no need to be practical.
If he was being practical, he would have been on the first plane out of Mecca away from this mess. As it was, he contented himself with the prospect of hunting a mist monster he was not sure could be killed.
His heart dreaded the thought but his mind revelled in the challenge.
And what was a greater challenge than defeating an unbeatable opponent?
"Please inform Dr. Weston that I am ready to speak to her when she is available."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Mar 1 2014, 10:31 PM.
His discharge was finalized with extreme efficiency. He hoped the man had not actually run, but was grateful to be up and moving around. The wounds were already healing well and the residual pain was bearable.
His wounds required re-bandaging after showering and a nurse gave him one last check-over before she were satisfied.
"Everything seems to be going well. You will find a new uniform in the side draw, then you are free to go."
Michael nodded but did not move. "Thank you, but I don't need a uniform at the moment. Could you have something unassuming - something local - prepared?"
The woman looked doubtful but minutes later he was dressed in a brown shirt with long billowing sleeves and a pair of baggy cotton pants. Hardly practical but fortunately he had no need to be practical.
If he was being practical, he would have been on the first plane out of Mecca away from this mess. As it was, he contented himself with the prospect of hunting a mist monster he was not sure could be killed.
His heart dreaded the thought but his mind revelled in the challenge.
And what was a greater challenge than defeating an unbeatable opponent?
"Please inform Dr. Weston that I am ready to speak to her when she is available."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Mar 1 2014, 10:31 PM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."