slowly waking up

groans...everything hurts

looks over at Alfred with a pained expression. "Hi..."

shifts a little and feels the pain shoot through his leg and winces. "Yeah...thanks."

looks up at the ceiling. "Where is Antonio when I fucking need him? That potato bastard...he shot me. Fucking shot me."

keeps looking up. "How did you find out, asshole?"

Oh...

Tomato bastard...

Except you weren't shot but whatever...

I get it.

Whatever...

looks at Alfred again. "Hey asshole...when do you think Antonio will be back?"

laughs weakly. "That's a lie and you know it."

glares "Yeah."

He better.

I'll kill him. Seriously.

No. Killing him is my job, asshole.

Yeah...he's supposed to be my husband. Not yours.

Of fucking course. You have the old man.

Old man.

Old man.

winces. "Ow ow ow ow ow! G-get the fuck off me!"

hold his head. "What the fuck was that for, asshole!?"

About the old man?

Yeah, yeah.