[ When Mondo comes to, all he sees is white. The sharp smell of disinfectant assaults his nostrils, making him crinkle his nose and frown like he's offended. The hospital...? Why's he here again? He sits up slowly. His body feels heavy, but the nausea that he felt earlier has mostly subsided.
Or rather, that's what he thinks, until he remembers again what had happened. Ugh... fuck. At least, the nausea he feels right now is more psychological than it is physical... not that it's better in any way, but. He places his hand over his eyes, sighing. He's only shown horrible sides of himself to people he cares for, hasn't he? Then again, he doesn't exactly have a side of himself that he thinks is presentable at this point.
When he feels like he's sat long enough to get himself together again, he gets off the bed and changes back to his own clothes that were nearly tucked on the cupboard in the room. Sliding the window open, he looks down. Second floor? Hah. Easy.
And just like that, he jumps down, ready to bail it out of there. Will the hospital bill be stacked on Terry's already piling up debt? Who knows. ]
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Or rather, that's what he thinks, until he remembers again what had happened. Ugh... fuck. At least, the nausea he feels right now is more psychological than it is physical... not that it's better in any way, but. He places his hand over his eyes, sighing. He's only shown horrible sides of himself to people he cares for, hasn't he? Then again, he doesn't exactly have a side of himself that he thinks is presentable at this point.
When he feels like he's sat long enough to get himself together again, he gets off the bed and changes back to his own clothes that were nearly tucked on the cupboard in the room. Sliding the window open, he looks down. Second floor? Hah. Easy.
And just like that, he jumps down, ready to bail it out of there. Will the hospital bill be stacked on Terry's already piling up debt? Who knows. ]