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room 216 ; monday afternoon
Mar. 19th, 2012 11:14 amSo, the weekend had happened.
With Natalie heading to Montreal, Sam had taken the opportunity to head back to Seattle to both see his friends and get some Council business taken care of. There were still random, erratic attacks that they hadn't been able to place occurring and Brannoc's frustration had been running high. When Brid had asked him to come out and walk with her, he'd accepted only so he wouldn't have to listen to the Council bitch.
Sam knew Brid's intentions were to patrol, really, and he knew he wasn't any good if they'd gotten into some kind of situation but he'd gone anyway. They hadn't talked much but it hadn't been uncomfortable.
( The next thing Sam knew... )
He'd woken up at his house with Brid and Frank hovering over him. That had been yesterday. Sore and probably looking worse than he felt, Sam had lurched back to school today. He'd been bandaged up and was full of aspirin but still, that had sucked. He really needed to get some kind of training or something because raising the dead in the middle of some fist fight with a wolf did no good.
And now, of course, the Council wanted to meet about possible rogue wolf packs. Sam was just gonna...he was just gonna drop his bag by the door and crawl into bed for awhile. It hurt to really lay still for too long but he was gonna try anyway.
[Door's closed but the post is open! Events in Seattle NFB of course but FB on Sam's painful return. Post inspired by the synopsis of the next book in Sam's series saying EVERYONE BEATS HIM UP. I couldn't resist.]
With Natalie heading to Montreal, Sam had taken the opportunity to head back to Seattle to both see his friends and get some Council business taken care of. There were still random, erratic attacks that they hadn't been able to place occurring and Brannoc's frustration had been running high. When Brid had asked him to come out and walk with her, he'd accepted only so he wouldn't have to listen to the Council bitch.
Sam knew Brid's intentions were to patrol, really, and he knew he wasn't any good if they'd gotten into some kind of situation but he'd gone anyway. They hadn't talked much but it hadn't been uncomfortable.
( The next thing Sam knew... )
He'd woken up at his house with Brid and Frank hovering over him. That had been yesterday. Sore and probably looking worse than he felt, Sam had lurched back to school today. He'd been bandaged up and was full of aspirin but still, that had sucked. He really needed to get some kind of training or something because raising the dead in the middle of some fist fight with a wolf did no good.
And now, of course, the Council wanted to meet about possible rogue wolf packs. Sam was just gonna...he was just gonna drop his bag by the door and crawl into bed for awhile. It hurt to really lay still for too long but he was gonna try anyway.
[Door's closed but the post is open! Events in Seattle NFB of course but FB on Sam's painful return. Post inspired by the synopsis of the next book in Sam's series saying EVERYONE BEATS HIM UP. I couldn't resist.]
