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Jan. 5th, 2006 12:37 pmQuestion: How do you sleep with a dead left arm and a bunch of broken ribs on the right side?
Answer: Very carefully.
Spike has no idea how long he's slept; he only knows he can barely open his eyelids. He's got a headache the size of Neptune, his arm has that typical gunshot wound feeling of having been stung by about a thousand killer bees, and the whole right side of his chest feels like someone's stabbing it every time he breathes.
But hey, the knife wound in his right arm feels pretty good, and so does his cheekbone under his left eye.
What do you know, I'm not dead.
He knows better than to sit up, so he just turns his head so he can watch Beth. She's unpacking their stuff and it looks like the two bottles of champagne from New France actually made it back intact. That's kind of a minor miracle.
"Hey, Beth." He blinks heavily and breathes softly. "You smoke all those Marsboros yet?"
Answer: Very carefully.
Spike has no idea how long he's slept; he only knows he can barely open his eyelids. He's got a headache the size of Neptune, his arm has that typical gunshot wound feeling of having been stung by about a thousand killer bees, and the whole right side of his chest feels like someone's stabbing it every time he breathes.
But hey, the knife wound in his right arm feels pretty good, and so does his cheekbone under his left eye.
What do you know, I'm not dead.
He knows better than to sit up, so he just turns his head so he can watch Beth. She's unpacking their stuff and it looks like the two bottles of champagne from New France actually made it back intact. That's kind of a minor miracle.
"Hey, Beth." He blinks heavily and breathes softly. "You smoke all those Marsboros yet?"
