Gil Godwin (the_elusive) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-09-19 13:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | gil godwin, walt schmidt, week 6 |
{ w h o } Gil and Walt
{ w h a t } Walt gets a visitor.
{ w h e n } Monday morning
{ w h e r e } Med tent
{ r a t i n g } PG
{ s t a t u s } Complete
Walt was alive. And recovering. Gil had confirmed that much right away. By all accounts Walt was alive and recovering and grumpy as hell, as you'd expect from a man who laughed off a hatchet in the chest.
The "grumpy as hell" part, though, meant Gil put off dropping by the med tent until Monday. Well, the grumpy part and the realization that Walt's accident had scared the hell out of him. Walt was maddening, he was insane, he was more than probably dangerous. But damn it, he grew on you.
Gil didn't really need anybody growing on him. For one thing, he wasn't intending to stick around, and he knew he needed to keep that more strictly in mind. This. Was. Temporary. He'd come here intending to hold himself apart, and he needed to remind himself of that for his own sake. For another thing, you couldn't seem to strike up a friendship around here without getting a man's tongue down your throat, and he really didn't need that either.
Any more of that.
So he put his visit off, reasoning that Walt was likely biting the heads off any visitors. But by the time Monday came around he dropped by the med tent, hands shoved in his pockets, scanning the cots for the laid-up daredevil.