Yeah! Remmington is awake and well enough to be sarcastic! That's a relief.(not that I expected you to really kill him off. . . )
“Laura!” the deafening silence permeating throughout the ICU was shattered by Remington’s frantic cry. Laura should be there, by his side, but she was dead he’d let those thugs kill her and now he was alone.
Just what were the staff members doing? If I remember correctly he's in ICU--they should have been there instantly when his leads came loose--let alone when he yelled out.
“What are you doing out of bed? Your stitches could rupture, and then you’d bleed to death. I’m certain your wife would take considerable acceptation to your demise. Seeing as Superman had to practically drag her from your bedside.”
<snort> He really doesn't have much of a bedside manner does he? Oh well. . .as long as he keeps Steel alive, that's all that really matters.
“Well, first there was Superman, and I gotta tell you he’s shorter then I thought he’d be. Television is so disillusioning, I mean he looks eight feet tall on screen, but then you see him and he’s like average height guy. But I guess he’s actually shorter because he wears boots, and those give him at least two inches if not more and—“
Are we sure this girl isn't a Lane? She sure babbles like one.
Great chapter! I'm looking forward to the next installment.
Vonceil
. I'll try and dig myself out of that whole in a later chapter.