saving people, hunting things

If I've got to be stuck in this damn place, they could at least keep me plied with good-looking healers and nurses. Susie's gone for the day, and the blond healer--mouthy bastard, I like him--is also absent which leaves me leafing through books and irritating Stepa and Zsuzika. He's got that bitchy little expression on his face, so I think I'm doing a pretty decent job. At least when I have pretty healers and nurses around, I'm distracted. Which means I don't drive him crazy and he doesn't keep glaring at me like that when I haven't done a damn thing, God's my witness. Well, not too many things.

I am so bored. When the hell can I go home? If I haven't popped my damn clogs yet, I'm obviously not going to this time! I feel fine. Hurts a bit and I'm tired, but I'm fine. I want to go home. Or I want Susie around. Or the blond thing. Somebody needs to throw me a bone here, the second-string staff is a bit more homely. I have at least earned decent eye-candy.

Maybe if I'm irritating enough, they'll send me home. There's a thought.