An hour from now I'll be killin' your friends again.

[ it's not said with any particular malice. it's just a fact. another fact of this place, of the life they live. in a hour he'll be too busy to care, essentially. and once he gets back he'll probably forget david's there at all, because he doesn't use the bed on his own time, and who knows if the entity won't grab david before he even wakes up?

the injuries come to mind again, and he looks them over. the angry red marks and welt at his shoulder that's a familiar injury to every survivor. they shouldn't linger like that. ]

Just don't fuck around and I doubt I'll remember you even went in.