Jason raises a brow. "Man, your timing sucks," he teases with a shake of his head. "He'll reschedule. Or, hell, maybe you can heal yourself up or someone else can. I'm not really sure about all your powers."
He looks out the window when Davin groans, feeling an immediate sense of relief at the sight of the ambulance. "You're probably gonna need stitches. And you do not want me stitching you up," he chuckles as he lifts the hem of his shirt to reveal several nasty scars. "Trust me." Jason drops his shirt back down and gets to his feet, leaning out the office door to greet the paramedics. "He's in here."
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Date: 2014-12-10 12:12 am (UTC)He looks out the window when Davin groans, feeling an immediate sense of relief at the sight of the ambulance. "You're probably gonna need stitches. And you do not want me stitching you up," he chuckles as he lifts the hem of his shirt to reveal several nasty scars. "Trust me." Jason drops his shirt back down and gets to his feet, leaning out the office door to greet the paramedics. "He's in here."