A place to be

He left silently, even though he didn't think anybody would miss him. Pain flared up suddenly, that damn wound in his side. Clutching it he could feel the blood slowly trickle through his fingers. He knew there was a first aid kit somewhere in his room but he couldn't remember exactly were he left it last time. He could take care of himself after all he'd been doing it for years. He certainly didn't need some half-tipsy doctor to Bloch the job just cause everyone decided to party hardy hours after the defeat of that psycho. Where were their priorities??? Getting drunk out of your mind should come next week at least! After they've started taking care of the damages from the war...sigh

This thing just suddenly plopped into my head not five minutes ago...I have no clue what it’s about only that it wouldn't leave me alone.