I've already seen your ass. Quit worrying about it.
[In the same breath John's reaching behind Spike the adjust the back of his gown, pulling it snug over his back and tucking it in below the pillows.
He's an old hand with all this. The nurses, the gowns, the IV's, and the shitty food. If John never stepped foot in another hospital it'd be too soon. He'd die in the street before he ended up in one of these places, trapped amidst polyester curtains and synthetic smells.
When John's done adjusting, he looks back to Spike, more worried than agitated. His concern is too fresh to be scabbed over.]
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[In the same breath John's reaching behind Spike the adjust the back of his gown, pulling it snug over his back and tucking it in below the pillows.
He's an old hand with all this. The nurses, the gowns, the IV's, and the shitty food. If John never stepped foot in another hospital it'd be too soon. He'd die in the street before he ended up in one of these places, trapped amidst polyester curtains and synthetic smells.
When John's done adjusting, he looks back to Spike, more worried than agitated. His concern is too fresh to be scabbed over.]
What can I do?