Everest
Ever considers this logic, and then nods. "I hate the green flavour." He says with a slight curl of his lip.
Dryly, the paramedic looks at the florist. "I did say cock." Ever agrees, and then smiles ever so slightly. It's a bit one-sided given that the left side of his face is a bruised mess, and whether it's the drugs in his system that are to blame, he does find himself boyishly amused.
"Oh. Well that's alright, I suppose." As for what happened? Swallowing thickly, Ever closes his eyes and regards the ceiling behind his darkened eyelids. "A swatting call, like I said. We were called in because there were threats of teenagers overdosing in the home, alongside the distribution of narcotics and weapons." If he could have scrubbed his hands over his eyes, he would have. Instead, he just opened them and lets his gaze slide back toward Mateo. "I was taking the blood pressure of a young kid when he thought it would be a good idea to try and stab me. They told me after surgery that he had thought he'd be able to blame the stabbing on the one who made the swatting call. Sort of a look-what-you-made-me-do, situation." Maybe it would even work, Ever had no idea.
"My medical advice? If you can choose between getting shot or getting stabbed? Choose getting shot." Bullets normally want through cleanly, unlike blades that normally had to be stabbed in and then wiggled back out again.
Dryly, the paramedic looks at the florist. "I did say cock." Ever agrees, and then smiles ever so slightly. It's a bit one-sided given that the left side of his face is a bruised mess, and whether it's the drugs in his system that are to blame, he does find himself boyishly amused.
"Oh. Well that's alright, I suppose." As for what happened? Swallowing thickly, Ever closes his eyes and regards the ceiling behind his darkened eyelids. "A swatting call, like I said. We were called in because there were threats of teenagers overdosing in the home, alongside the distribution of narcotics and weapons." If he could have scrubbed his hands over his eyes, he would have. Instead, he just opened them and lets his gaze slide back toward Mateo. "I was taking the blood pressure of a young kid when he thought it would be a good idea to try and stab me. They told me after surgery that he had thought he'd be able to blame the stabbing on the one who made the swatting call. Sort of a look-what-you-made-me-do, situation." Maybe it would even work, Ever had no idea.
"My medical advice? If you can choose between getting shot or getting stabbed? Choose getting shot." Bullets normally want through cleanly, unlike blades that normally had to be stabbed in and then wiggled back out again.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
