Queezy

Wandering behind Rayne, Phil just lets her look, not even knowing if this was anywhere near close what she wanted. "Yeah sure." He nods. "Keep looking and I'll go see if Tom's home."

Leaving her for a moment, he heads to the porch and rings the doorbell, waiting for his friend to come. He did, and is quick to join Phil and Rayne out in the yard where the car is. Tom was in his forties with nice eyes and a kind smile. He approaches Rayne and offers his hand. "Hi there. Phil says you're looking for a car."


Being summoned, the nurse follows Thirteen into Ryder's room, going to his bedside to check on him. "Hurting a bit?"

Ryder nods. He might as well be honest about it. It was hurting badly enough that he didn't mind saying so.

The nurse prods a little around his bandages, not seeming too pleased with what she saw, but not worried either. "You're the one that got bit by that alligator today, aren't you?"

"Crocodile," Ryder corrects.

"Mm-hmm." The nurse injects his IV with some more pain medication. "Anything else I can get for you?"

"Some water might be good."

"How do you feel otherwise?"

"Kinda queezy in the stomach."

"It's probably the medications. I'll get you some crackers to eat too, to try and settle your stomach."

Ryder shrugs. "Okay." Watching her leave, he turns his head back to Thirteen, watching her for a moment. "You do realize how much this stinks, right? Me over here, can't move or do anything? I'm the one that's supposed to be taking care of you."