you’re tired, drenched in rain and blood from a job gone bad. You fight the exhaustion as you finally spot the gin mular green light of Vik’s clinic half stumbling down the stairs with a groan. You bust through the door all but collapsing against the iron gate of the entry way, you can spot the warm glow of the tv and Vik’s familiar form resting in the chair. Thank fuck, you think to yourself, maybe I won’t die today