Room 220 | Tuesday Morning

[youcantfollow]

It felt kind of wrong, but Griff hoped Karev was too injured to be pissed about what had happened the night before. When he'd realized the mess they'd gotten into with the stupid fight and the fear of ending up stuck in prison when the cops discovered he was some missing orphan, Griff had grabbed his roommate and jumped back to the Portalocity

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[fratboybitch]

Alex's shoulder hurt worst of all. He could deal with the bruised eye and cut cheek but goddammit, his shoulder ached.

Of course, that wasn't going to stop him from glaring at Griff like there was no tomorrow. Glaring and wondering what the hell that had been. He wasn't stupid to think that was normal, something anyone could do.

"You're not gonna die," he said grouchily, deciding not to launch right into things just yet.

[youcantfollow]

"Naw nee more," he mumbled, the ice pressed against the lower half of his face, busy begging his jaw not to bruise, made talking an interesting endeavor.

[fratboybitch]

"Do I need to take you to the frigging clinic?" Alex asked, peering over at Griff. "If it's not grinding, it's not broken. It'll heal. I've had my jaw broken before."

[youcantfollow]

He pulled the ice away to scowl at Karev, "I'm trying to stop this from becoming something more than an ache, but it seems a bit late for that one."