Recovery Shenanigans

Who: Kevn Fenard
where: medical tents
when: after a very long sleep...
"Wwhuuu....what?" Kevn slurred.
"Good day Mr. Fenard, how's that painkiller treating you?" said a
nurse.
"What?"
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"Like hell..."
"Fine. Well I should tell you about your blood pressure and all that
goo. But I'll skip that, you're doing fine. Just get good rest, and
if you feel like your leg is falling asleep, sit down."
"What? Are you saying I can't walk?" Kevn's eyes widened.
"No, I'm saying, once you're fully healed, you won't feel the
affects of the surgery, and until that you might want to take
these." she handed him a bottle.
"One a day. Got it?"
Kevn nodded, "Good!" the nurse left.
Kevn looked at the bottle, then to his itching leg, "Could be
worse..."
He got up and limped to the mess hall, "My leg feels like its been
near too many dogs..." he sighed.
Once in the mess hall he saw a bunch of people there watching TV and
doing other things. Kevn limped towards the food dispencer.
"Hey there Limping Biscut!" said someone in the percariously unlit
portion of the room.
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