So some of you may have seen this post by my friend Lovett. Naturally, I went to the only place I could read from the message. Jersey.
Searched every damn hospital there until I found him. And man did I find him.
He was in the bed covered in wrappings with a bunch of visible injuries on him. They were a broken kneecap, his right ring, right middle, and right little fingers were missing from the knuckle up, an operator symbol cut into his back, cracked ribs, some random scarring in places, missing an eye with scars around the socket, and one of those Chelsea Grin things.
Lovett seemed to notice me path in because he flinched and started panicking.
"who?' he asked in a slurred and strangled voice as he reached for a knife that wasn't there.
"Your good buddy Veigar, here to save the day. I'm gonna help you before I ask why you're so fucked up."
"'preciate it" he tried to stand up but his leg buckles and his IV rips out of his arm.
"sh't. Leg"
I picked him up and steadied him on my shoulder. "Easy there. I'll get you to some top notch medical service, courtesy of Xander. Got any particular state you ever wanted to visit? Or would you prefer Canada, Mexico, or South America?"
Lovett simply shrugged. " 'way fr'm h'r'. h'te 'ospi'als."
"M'kay buddy"
I pathed us back to a bunker and he stuck close to me until I showed him a room he could use. He just went to bed instantly.
A couple times while he was asleep I had to hold Xander down from rushing into the room and disturbing him.
And that leads up to now. I'll update you guys later.
