[Open] Kicking and screaming.

It had started as a good deed. Or at least an attempted one. Nate’s fingers had been itching to help ever since he’d helped with the medical college, and what better way to do that than to help out at the local infirmary? Sure, there was the ever present reminder of some new world order leeering over him more in the infirmary than perhaps anywhere else, what with the noticeboard right around the corner, but he’d always been good at tuning things out.

Apparently though, he wasn’t good enough to do any kind of actual helping, his real, if rusty, expertise thrown to the wayside by a distrustful nurse who didn’t believe his words, probably with goood reason. Nate couldn’t say he’d believe himself either. Instead of working on the recently injured, he was relegated to entertaining the recovering, a task that should be easy enough considering there was only one man there.

”Pretty impressive, hearing the latest news from a sick bed.” Nate quipped as he approached, glancing at the edge of the bed before thinking better of it and finding a stool to sit on. ”Guess it’s pretty easy when it’s all anyone coming in here is whispering about, huh?” He laughed shortly, then looked the other man over. ”You look like hell in a handbasket bud. What happened?”

Nate

I always thought that I'd die young
Make some money, be someone
They all love you when you're gone
But who knew life would be so long?