A Gunslinger's Aftermath (Open)

[Adrian]

((This thread takes place fairly soon after the Purple Quest.))

Ugh.

Adrian was getting tired of waking up in the hospital. Maybe it had only happened a few times, but as far as the teenager was concerned, it was a few times too many. This time, however, it was pretty rough. Adrian had taken a point-blank blast of a shotgun. Sure, it was loaded with rubber pellets, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like a sonofabitch. He had, if he remembered the doctor's words through the painkiller-induced haze, a few mildy broken ribs and tons of internal ruptures. It was nothing they couldn't fix, and he wouldn't be out of commision for too long, but even so, it would at least mean a few days of rest here, and at least two weeks of taking it easy afterwards.

Adrian sighed and reclined in his hospital bed. The tv remote in hand, and the channel changed to Comedy Central, where they were starting up an episode of Scrubs. Adrian scowled and turned the TV off. That show wouldn't be funny again for quite some time. He laid his head back and closed his eyes.

This is gonna be a long few days.

[THE Justin]

Stu was in the hospital. He was unarmed, not even he was stupid enough to bring his gun into a hospital, and was standing at the main desk. The nurse was blathering on the phone to someone else, for going on about 10 minutes.

Stu tapped his foot, cradled his head in one hand that was held aloft at the elbow on the desk. He sighed heavily, and the lady looked at him.

"I've got to go. *click* Can I help you sir?"

Stu snapped out of his daydream revelry, and stood up. He was a really tall boy...

"Oh. Yes, sorry. I'm here to see Adrian Hanlon. Where is his room?"

"Mr. Hanlon is in room 259. Just go down the hall and to the right. He's a regular here."

"Yeah, I imagine so. Thanks mum."

Stu picked up the suitcase, his hands gloved, not like they normally were. He seemed more skittish, and his great coat was on, on a relatively nice day. He walked down the hallway, which seemed to go on forever. His shoes clapped on the tile, he seemingly being the only person walking down the hallway, something strange for a hospital which was normally bustling with people.

He rounded the corner, and saw the door numbers just to his left. He walked forwards, and set his hand on the handle.

And pushed.

The door opened slowly. It creaked slightly before coming to a rest on the opposite wall. He took a step in, and then another, the door closing behind him with a click. He sighed outwardly, grabbing a chair and picking it up, setting it next to the bed.

He put the suitcase down next to the chair, and sat down. He interlocked his hands, and awaited for Adrian to acknowledge him, if he even could. He didn't really know how badly he had hit the boy with the shot, only that he was bleeding when he dropped him off in the hallway before summoning the fire department with his impromptu fire alarm plan.

He waited...

[Adrian]

Adrian heard the sound of someone entering his hospital room, and he looked over to see who it was. Standing there, with his funky hair and pitch-black eyes, was none other than his assaulter himself, Stu. Adrian regarded the boy for a few moments, unsure exactly of how to act. This was a friend of his, but, for a friend, Stu had been a pretty poor friend for loading Adrian's body with rubber pellets.

Adrian let out a sigh, opting, for now at least, to simply take the conversational route.

"... s'up?"

[THE Justin]

Stu looked up, hunched slightly in the chair, too tall for its low form factor, which brought the patient and their visitor closer together. Stu smiled slightly, a sigh escaping as Adrian didn't immediately try to kill him.

"Hey boyo... How ya feelin? Smartin' a bit?"

Stu looked at the boy uneasily, though how you could tell with the glossed over eyes, Stu would never know. He was kind of embarrassed; he had fucked Adrian up pretty badly. But it was with due reason... Adrian was about to hurt Sara, for no reason that Stu could comprehend.

He had done what he needed to... right?