Stop calling, stop calling. I don't want to think anymore. Who: Cameron and Lex Where: Over the phone, each at their respective place When: Afternoon
Lex was starting to become the running joke around Ad Gustum with the horrible limp in his left leg. One of the girls even thought it was a brilliant idea to leave a cane in his quarters with a note attached saying that, you know, maybe the old vampire could use it to make things better. Yeah, Lex wasn't amused. He could do the whole House impression without a cane, thank you very much. Though at least it wasn't as bad as Monday night. He had returned from Jezebelle's place in massive pain, barely able to walk. Damn bitch was so stupid to think it was a good idea to stab him in the leg with a silver spike. They were fellow Shades! And he was her superior! Fucking woman would pay for that.
While he contemplated on turning her into the elders, Lex had to calm down and focus on himself and healing properly. By the time he returned to Ad Gustum that night, it was too late for earth elemental blood to help him out completely. All it did was make the throbbing sensation less painful. Now he had to rely on his natural healing and some doses of said blood on and off to help with the process. Until then, he was limping around like a Vietnam vet.
Sulking in his quarters, Lex sat on his desk wearing only a pair of baggy pants. Anything tight made the pain worse. He was in the process of re-bandaging the wound, grumbling to himself that the psychobitch would pay for it. Maybe he wouldn't take this to the elders and instead handle it on his own. Either way, he wanted to see the stupid girl suffer immensely for what she did. With that done, he curled up into the chest nearby for some much needed rest. It was the only way he was going to heal up, after all, though he had forgotten to turn his cellphone on the desk off in the process.