InsaneJournal

Who: Sor LeBeau and Teja Wartooth.
What: Sor is an idiot and Teja is going to help.
When: Tuesday night.
Where: London hospital then Soren's flat.
Warnings: Yes.


Sometimes he didn't know why he did it, but he'd gotten into a fight with someone at a club that was far, far, bigger than him. Granted, he knew he could kick the dude's ass - magic helped like that - but he let him throw him out of the club window anyway. Shards of glass had lined his arms and face, and he'd been immediately shuffled off to a hospital. It didn't bother him, except for the part that he didn't want to go to a hospital. He just wanted to go home, stitch himself up, and go to sleep.

But instead, he'd had to sock an orderly in the face, knocking him out, before knicking some needles and thread and gauze. He was sitting on the curb outside the patient pickup center, sewing a particularly deep cut as he waited for Teja.