i'm the quick. you're the dead. (fantheknives) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-07-20 14:19:00 |
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All this coma nonsense didn't sit right with the gunslinger. It was strange behavior that was beyond his level of comprehension. Weapons dealing, duels, and a few quick draws? That was more McCree's speed. This wasn't. Which didn't make him feel right. Not in the least. He considered offering some type of help, but his medical knowledge was limited. That had been Mercy's field. He was usually the one getting patched up by the doctors. His bedside manner probably wouldn't be of help, either. He understood that people were worried and fretting, but he also knew none of that would help. He'd been in the midst of intense situations where folks ran around trying to make sense of things. It usually just led to chaos and confusion. He wasn't one of those types, either. So he sat. At Lou's. He was three bottles in, no caring that his preferred brand wasn't stocked. It wasn't a surprise. Not right now anyway. Alcohol was alcohol when you needed it the most, and right now? McCree wasn't going to be picky. |