::The nurse brings Paz in and quickly directs him to a sink where she washes off his massive arm wound and gets him over to the bed.::

"Hold it upwards for me. How are you feeling? Dizzy or nauseated?"

"Hurt."

::He snarls at her, huffing at such a rediculous question. Suddenly, his legs give way and his knees buckle. He falls to the floor and hits his head, passed out from blood loss.::

::Sighs.::

"I told you to sit on the bed, Mister!"

::She gets some doctors and bla bla bla on the bed bla bla bla IV bla bla blood bags bla bla stitches bla bla bandage bla bla good as new. She leaves. You can wake up when you wish, Paz, but you will be weak and need to recover, as well as not being able to use your arm properly for a while.::

::Paz head falls to the side as his eyes flutter open. He groans, his mouth dry.::

(Ow, pain.)

::He blinks hard a few times, remembering what happened to render him in a hospital bed. He growls.::

"Girly girl..."

::Trying to get up and out of bed he finds himself too weak, and his left arm sears with hot pain. He grits his teeth and with loose gestures places his hand on the ivf drip going into his arm. As if still asleep, he tugs at the needle, ripping out his arm, his movements muted and weak. Taking one last look around he snarls and shimmers to his penthouse.::

::Fixes Paz up good.::

"Weren't you in here just recently?"

::Wanders off anyway.::

"Ye-"

(Ignorant fuck)

::Paz shouts.::

"I take it I can go now?"

(Lame ass humans.)

::He makes sure no one is around and shimmers out to his penthouse.::

[You big baby, it wasn't that bad. Paz sits on the bed, his arm all bandaged up. Needed a few stitches but is okay, generally. Leave at will, bitch. Next time kill her!]

"I have had enough of this!"

::His snarls in anger and shimmers to his lair.::