[Waver awoke lying on the floor of a waiting room, and frankly with how he felt there wasn't much to do but drape an arm over his eyes and accept that fact.]
Fucking bullshit. If I'm dead, why's my leg still hurt? I'm calling the Root and filing a complaint.
[All said completely deadpan, either from shock or having simply given up.]
day 4
Fucking bullshit. If I'm dead, why's my leg still hurt? I'm calling the Root and filing a complaint.
[All said completely deadpan, either from shock or having simply given up.]
[It was both, really.]