Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170127182024/@comment-26854056-20170213214858

yeah sure

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Quail staggered slightly has he was gently nudged into a wheelchair, the pain in his stomach now slightly numbed as the bandages that wrapped around his chest were covered in some sort of strange blue liquid.

He sighed, looking at himself briefly in the mirror as the nurse wheeled him out of the ward, over the course of time, the original colour of his hair, a ridiculously pale white, similar to Ducks, grew back on a little cloud shaped mop on his head. It has probably been three weeks since the ordeal happened, and he was still pretty high off the weird medicines they gave him before the discharge. But something seemed off...? Quail shrugged it off, wrapping his green rain coat around him tightly as he was wheeled outside.