"Arson quota?" He wasn't awake enough or in the right mind enough to do more than question that idea. He had no idea one even existed, but it actually sounded fake in his mind, not that he was big on arson to begin with. He knew it had its place, but it generally wasn't part of his world unless it was used as a means to distract for an evac.
It seemed like in order to escape Switzerland, they would have to have somewhere to hole up. There was no way that they would make it back to the United States in their current condition, fast healing or no. They needed a solid week to just lay about, tend to each other, salve their wounded spirits and then make the jump. If someone was after them to finish them off, they would be watching all borders too. They needed to let the heat die down a bit in his mind.
"One of those should be our next stop. Lay low for a week or so," he murmured softly. Recover, maybe eat something when Reyes wasn't going to lord it over him like it was something he had to do to save them both from punishing each other.
He shoved the bedding away too cold but also too hot for it. He was uncomfortable and hoping the pain medication would kick in soon, but until then, he was going to shiver and clutch the blanket to his chest. "Don't get tetanus in there," he grumped, not giving into these terrorist demands. "And eat something if you're not going to puke it up."
He huddled closer to the edge of the bed, closing his eyes and trying to find a place to find more sleep. He was avoiding thinking about turning on the television too.
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It seemed like in order to escape Switzerland, they would have to have somewhere to hole up. There was no way that they would make it back to the United States in their current condition, fast healing or no. They needed a solid week to just lay about, tend to each other, salve their wounded spirits and then make the jump. If someone was after them to finish them off, they would be watching all borders too. They needed to let the heat die down a bit in his mind.
"One of those should be our next stop. Lay low for a week or so," he murmured softly. Recover, maybe eat something when Reyes wasn't going to lord it over him like it was something he had to do to save them both from punishing each other.
He shoved the bedding away too cold but also too hot for it. He was uncomfortable and hoping the pain medication would kick in soon, but until then, he was going to shiver and clutch the blanket to his chest. "Don't get tetanus in there," he grumped, not giving into these terrorist demands. "And eat something if you're not going to puke it up."
He huddled closer to the edge of the bed, closing his eyes and trying to find a place to find more sleep. He was avoiding thinking about turning on the television too.