[Lif has never been a man to stay in one place for long. So to say that the clinic has been nothing short of hell on earth for him has been an understatement, to say the very least. Everything in him hurts, and that's usually the only thing holding him back from entering the fray once again.
Usually, being the keyword.
Deirdre, the kind woman who practically runs this place, has certainly been run ragged trying to keep him in his bed. She said that the most optimistic outlook was a week with plenty of bedrest so his wounds could heal; that was unacceptable to him. Feeling nothing, he absolutely kept trying to get out of bed to join the fray; he had places to be and battles to fight, and while he certainly expected to draw the usually sedate woman's ire, he didn't think about the workload he was putting on her and the other two idiots working with her. There was a pain in his chest; certainly not guilt, because he couldn't feel anything anymore, but something. It was vexing, at the very least to not be there for Hubert, but...
Well, it doesn't stop him from attempting to get out tonight as well. Deirdre was exhausted and had to be almost literally carried out by Sigurd, and Iago and Gangrel both don't like staying here longer than they have to. But Hubert won't even have to step inside to see Lif attempting to limp out again, and those dull red eyes on him as he realizes he's been caught.
Damn it.]
...Let me guess; she sent you here?
[Because Hubert clearly has no reason to come on his own??]
no subject
Usually, being the keyword.
Deirdre, the kind woman who practically runs this place, has certainly been run ragged trying to keep him in his bed. She said that the most optimistic outlook was a week with plenty of bedrest so his wounds could heal; that was unacceptable to him. Feeling nothing, he absolutely kept trying to get out of bed to join the fray; he had places to be and battles to fight, and while he certainly expected to draw the usually sedate woman's ire, he didn't think about the workload he was putting on her and the other two idiots working with her. There was a pain in his chest; certainly not guilt, because he couldn't feel anything anymore, but something. It was vexing, at the very least to not be there for Hubert, but...
Well, it doesn't stop him from attempting to get out tonight as well. Deirdre was exhausted and had to be almost literally carried out by Sigurd, and Iago and Gangrel both don't like staying here longer than they have to. But Hubert won't even have to step inside to see Lif attempting to limp out again, and those dull red eyes on him as he realizes he's been caught.
Damn it.]
...Let me guess; she sent you here?
[Because Hubert clearly has no reason to come on his own??]