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“Ow.”
Vailo rolled over and winced once again, now staring at the manhole in the ceiling above his head.
The Shadow had managed to break three of his ribs – without even throwing him out of a window that time!
Somehow, that offended Vailo more than getting thrown out of the window in the first place.
He shifted again. Honor had at least handed him a pillow softer than his thin brick of a mattress to lay on while he waited for his ribs (and hand, and back, and sides) to heal, but it still hurt. Of course it did.
“Urgh.”
Vailo huffed, and shifted again, getting the sensitive spots off the pillow. He huffed again. At least he wasn’t getting stitched up in some dank, dirty back alley by his enemy (again).
...Well, enemy, question mark. Between that, the snow boots, and James’ very apparent concern when he staggered his way out of that old apartment building after getting his ass kicked by the Shadow ten different ways in about twenty minutes...
Vailo huffed and shook his head. As much as he could without hurting himself, anyway.
Vailo winced again, and rolled over to rest on his left side, the one without any broken-
“Oh- shit!”
Vailo grabbed onto the mattress, but fell anyway, dragging both pillows and the blanket down with him. This was awfully similar to the-
CRACK
“...”
“ ...”
“ ...Erm... did you just-?”
“ Don’t . Even.”
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Bonus - Snakes’ introjection:
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