Post by Deleted on May 7, 2015 20:25:37 GMT -6
It had been a very, very, very long few days. After the attack on Concordia, Melanie being in the hospital, Alex coming back, Octavia remembering who she was, and Braxton nearly killing off Dante, it was no surprise that the man was sore all over. He was hunkered over a table in the hospital cafeteria staring into a bowl of dry mac'n'cheese that looked like it had been cooked about a week ago and just reheated every day until it ended up on his plate. Pushing the pasta around with his fork, Braxton winced, feeling the throbbing sensation spread from the large gash in his hip and down his leg.
The cafeteria was basically empty, the only person being a little healer who looked at the blood on his shirt with concern. He hadn't had his own injury stitched up or even looked at because he had spent the last two days waiting for Melanie to wake up. His hands were covered in cuts and bruises showing where he had beaten Dante. The memory made his blood boil and it took all the self control he could muster to keep from succumbing to the anger that was in his underlying nature.
He balled his injured hands into fists and slammed them on the table making his drink tip over and spill in a large brown puddle, "Damn it." He cursed, grabbing a fist full of napkins to try and mop up his mess.
The cafeteria was basically empty, the only person being a little healer who looked at the blood on his shirt with concern. He hadn't had his own injury stitched up or even looked at because he had spent the last two days waiting for Melanie to wake up. His hands were covered in cuts and bruises showing where he had beaten Dante. The memory made his blood boil and it took all the self control he could muster to keep from succumbing to the anger that was in his underlying nature.
He balled his injured hands into fists and slammed them on the table making his drink tip over and spill in a large brown puddle, "Damn it." He cursed, grabbing a fist full of napkins to try and mop up his mess.