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Civilization in this case was more like the emergency room at Shoals Hospital in Muscle Shoals, Alabama. I got bumped right to the front of the line as soon as I walked in, on account of being the giant carrying the old man with more blood on him than left in him. It might have had something to do with the sword across my back, too. The surgeons jumped right on Grandpappy, but the look on their faces was pretty damn universal and it was the same look the coaches gave me when they saw the MRI on my knee - it wasn’t good.
I paced the waiting room for a little while until a helpful nurse offered me some scrubs and the use of the staff shower. I cleaned up gratefully, then laughed a little as I realized they probably didn’t give a s**t about my comfort, just wanted to get the scary blood-s
