Re: Roof, Hell's Kitchen: Clem, Bucky & Matt
[Matthew, coming from a world in which tainted blood was drained from the sickly, misheard the suggestion of blood. It was probably a good thing, because the idea that they would put someone else’s blood in him probably would not go well. So far, he had been extremely complicit with Clementine’s wishes, as the majority of them had to do with bandages and various electronic devices that went (forgive the metaphor) over his head. The medical supplies in his room consisted of a great deal of bloody bandages of unknown age, a great number of fresh bandages that looked extremely new (and may or may not have been torn from sheets), a sewing kit with a disturbingly large and unclean needle, and a very large bottle of generic-brand aspirin. Plus a bottle of liquor without a label.
Saint could have a box of band-aids in the kitchen cupboard and he’d still be better equipped than Matthew.
Now that he was flat, he was conscious again, and staring up toward the ceiling as he listened to his breath rasp through his body. ]
No friends. Would I had hardened heart enough before this to keep these deeds to myself. No doctor friends.