Spectre hung back for the moment, as he didn't want to put the food in front of Flynn until he could actually eat it - which wasn't really assisted by having his chest examined for broken ribs. Though Flynn was probably right about them, Spectre hoped he wasn't. The last thing the man needed was a series of injuries on top of everything else. His chest was in quite a state, and Spectre was glad he wasn't planning on eating himself, as the sight of it stripped him of any appetite.
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Date: 2008-06-08 12:31 pm (UTC)From: