[Which means the guy who tried to kill Kylo is still out there, and so is his friend. That's two people gunning for him. Not great odds, considering Kylo won't be walking for a week.
The look Leonard gives Kylo isn't hard, but it is sharp.
He unrolls the sling left by the shady-ass doctor, looping it over Kylo's head. It's easier to beg forgiveness than to ask permission, and even easier not to give a damn. Kylo can deal with it. He grips Kylo's elbow in one hand and pulls his arm into the body of the sling before he can anticipate the pain. It'll hurt like hell, but he'll live.
Leonard talks, giving Kylo something to lock onto so he doesn't pass out face-first into his oatmeal. This isn't his first rodeo.]
The best part about being nobody is it's easy to become somebody. All you have to do is decide who you want to be.
Right now? I'd suggest being someone people don't want dead, because you ain't going nowhere fast. Doc said it'd be a week at the earliest. Crutches after that. You're lucky the bullet didn't shatter your damn pelvis, or you'd be nobody in a wheelchair.
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[Which means the guy who tried to kill Kylo is still out there, and so is his friend. That's two people gunning for him. Not great odds, considering Kylo won't be walking for a week.
The look Leonard gives Kylo isn't hard, but it is sharp.
He unrolls the sling left by the shady-ass doctor, looping it over Kylo's head. It's easier to beg forgiveness than to ask permission, and even easier not to give a damn. Kylo can deal with it. He grips Kylo's elbow in one hand and pulls his arm into the body of the sling before he can anticipate the pain. It'll hurt like hell, but he'll live.
Leonard talks, giving Kylo something to lock onto so he doesn't pass out face-first into his oatmeal. This isn't his first rodeo.]
The best part about being nobody is it's easy to become somebody. All you have to do is decide who you want to be.
Right now? I'd suggest being someone people don't want dead, because you ain't going nowhere fast. Doc said it'd be a week at the earliest. Crutches after that. You're lucky the bullet didn't shatter your damn pelvis, or you'd be nobody in a wheelchair.