Room 507, Saturday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan led Bolton to his room from the gym, closing the door behind him. "Feel free to sit anywhere," he said. "I just need to find something, then I can finish healing your arm."

[OOC: 'Bolton' modded with permission, locked to him only, please.]

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[by137.livejournal.com]

He who assumed himself to be 'something' Bolton had an urge to just flop down on the bed, but he was more careful than that, considering his arm. But the whole fact that it already wasn't hurting nearly as much as it had when it first happened had him oddly hopped up on adrenaline. "Okay. Thanks, by the way. I guess that was kind of an asshat thing to do, and I'd be pretty screwed if you weren't there, man."