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[kepthishead]

[So this one day in a zombie farm, Elliot Nightray watched as his girlfriend set herself on fire and then got decapitated, tried to form a contract with yet another eldritch abomination, got himself blown up and torn apart for his troubles and then he made yet another Good Decision: promising Oz Vessalius that he would be available to tell him

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[pieta_au_lait]

[has also just gotten cleaned up, sitting nearby]

[kepthishead]

Is your neck still sore?

[pieta_au_lait]

... only a little--when I tilt it a certain way.

[kepthishead]

Then ... don't.

[bitchester]

[this is not a happy Winchester eyeing Elliot]

[kepthishead]

You're here to see Robin?

[bitchester]

I am.

[kepthishead]

I'm Elliot Nightray.

[extends his hand to shake]

[pellameno]

[oh hey i work at the hospital. what. the. fuck.]

[kepthishead]

Yes?

[pellameno]

Are you part of my rounds?

[kepthishead]

Am I?

[oztensibly]

[sup]

[kepthishead]

Oz.

[oztensibly]

Hey.

[kepthishead]

Sorry about before.

[gavehimhead]

[I will just be curled up in some hospital chair trying not to freak out]

[kepthishead]

[touches his shoulder]

It's me.

[gavehimhead]

...How do you feel?

[kepthishead]

Sore. I don't mind, it reminds me how lucky I am.

Want to go for a walk? We won't go far.