After throwing up he raised his head slowly, looking in the mirror. He looked dreadful and pale like he did when he had the flu. Turning his head to l...ok at his neck, he saw the swollen purple puncture wounds. ‘They’ll heal in a few days,’ she wrote. ‘Finally after all these years I have something from her,’ he thought in mock appreciation. It hardly mattered if it was a mistake. Surely there was no intention on either of their parts to engage in incest but like the bumper-stickers say: Shit. Fortunately for me, I appeared to be somewhat outside the rules. After having no trouble with the second stone, I dug around, and found another, buried under a set of Wayfarer's clothes. They had to be from alternate saves — lucky for me — or I wouldn't have had so many.Three Dragon's Banes should put a crimp in any of the monster's little death spells. Then I thought, Maybe I don't have to deal with them at all. I could just hit the portal, and head back to Beran. Surely I can handle the. He had to get up and get out of here.He looked down at his side, at his shoulder. They were covered in dark red blood. Okay, he wasn't going to be running out of here right this minute. He managed to make it to his knees and using the bed, crawled slowly around to where his phone was on the dresser. He grabbed a hold of the cord, pulling until it fell on the floor. He grabbed the hand unit and stared at it for a second trying to remember the number to the station. Speed dial. That was it, use. The rest of the day you go through the motions of doing your job, but your heart and mind are not in it. By the end of the day your mood has gotten so bad that you do not know if you will come back the next day.As you stride past the nurse's station to go home you overhear the next shift's RN ask our RN if anyone had come to visit Mr. Green that day. You slow down to listen. Our shift nurse remarks no. What the afternoon nurse replies next explains everything. "Those c***dren know this is the.