"Does it hurt when I do this?" the Nurse asked as he gently pushed down on Geraldt's foot. He hissed, nearly kicking the nurse but he held firmly to the bed. His hand reached out, searching for something before it latched onto mine and squeezed tightly enough to grind my knuckles into each other.

"I'll take that as a yes," the Nurse chuckled, getting up from his stool. He went back to his desk and sat down, jotting notes onto a piece of paper.

"Right, so we can't administer anything but I do know that the pharmacy has such privileges. I would recommend going down to the GP, maybe getting some over the counter pain medicine but immediately handing it into the pharmacy when you get back. As for everything else, it'll take maybe a week before the wound begins to heal properly and I would recommend not keeping any weight on it and maybe get a tight sock to keep it together while it heals."

Geraldt nodded. It was clear that this wasn't his first time listening to this speech, and it wouldn't be his last if he listened as distantly as he did now. I pinched his thigh, an eye for an eye, and he snapped to attention. He grinned at me but we were both snapped out of the interaction when the nurse coughed.

"I don't know if you can ride your bike down, Geraldt, but maybe he can?"

"With all due respect, sir, but not on his life," Geraldt retorted with a growling laughter. It was the same response he gave to Samson, and it was well enough that anyone who touched his bike would see Hell before the day was over.

"Well, you can take the bus down to the GP if that helps," the Nurse offered. Geraldt nodded, and the Nurse gave us leave. We got up from the cot and moved out quickly.

"You want a ride down?" Geraldt asked as though he was talking about the weather. I side-eyed him.

"We can't, remember?"

"Come on, it's a bike. I start it, and my legs barely do any work," he whined, "so long as I don't stop it on the wound."

"Where did you get it?"

"Wrestling match, accidentally stepped wrong and that went awry."

"You do wrestling?"

"Not anymore, just until this bitch heals up," he groaned offishly, gesturing to the wounded foot that he limped with. We tried to get to the room, but he swerved and pulled me in the way of a parking lot. He smiled at me sheepishly.

"Last time, you wanna go for a ride?"

"Only if I drive?"

We carried on to a red bike where he then pulled a set of keys from under his shirt. Slipping it into the ignition, he revved the bike to life and looked over at me, leaning lazily against the red beauty.

"As said before, not on your life."