“A what?" Griff asked at the strange word. His mind ticked, telling him that it probably meant something along the lines of ‘medic’ or ‘nurse’ but he couldn’t be sure. Guess that was going to be his first official Spanish word lesson.
Griff found it odd that Marcus was apologizing for not being around to patch him up, but he took it with a smile and nod. He had no clue who had done the grunt of the work, but the stitches held tight even if they were a bit messy. Honestly he was just glad that he hadn’t had to try and pull the slug out of himself and sew himself up. That wouldn’t have been fun at all.
He followed the giant man towards he chairs and, while it was a little thing, he noted that the man didn’t try and baby him or play nursemaid. It was refreshing. Sitting was hard work and Griff had to rely on the handles of the chairs not giving way as he gingerly lowered himself down, but it was a task that he wanted to accomplish on his own. Grimes followed slowly behind, circling as Griff slowly sat before taking up a watching stance on the other side of his chair.
“What if I wash the booze down with water and pills?” Griff offered. The pain, while intense, was something that he’d rather adjusted to. You didn’t get to his level as a fighter or even a stuntman without training your body to endure odd aches and hurts. At least he wasn’t stuck hanging from the rafters in a harness with broken ribs; now that had truly been a challenge of mind over matter.
“Feeling pretty good right now but I’m sure they’ll come in handy when I regret all this later.”
OOC: I used to have a Luke Evans PB called ‘Marcus’ so it takes sooo much thought to keep the names in check. Lol