"Good news is that the bullet missed anything important. Bad news is that I'm laying around in this bed like a patient, when I should be working. But, since I'm still groggy from the anesthetic, I guess I could rest a little while longer..."
Okay, I caved. I couldn't go bad route with Di. I can never go the death route with her. Not for long anyway. I may be dark, but I have a heart and a conscience. Wait. Dark. Heart. Oh, no... Oh, noooooooooo...
I got her all that stuff over there (Di likes those biscuits because there's a Doberman on the box). I hope she recovers well... On the flip side, I'm trying to track down the turdhole that shot her in the first place. No, it's not me! Why would I shoot her?
("I just want to see her die. :)
I LOVE HER, REALLY
IT'S JUST FUN TO TORTURE AND KILL HER
Hehe... I-I didn't mean that l-literally... Okay, that didn't help my case. But, it wasn't me! I wasn't even there when it happened! I have a solid alibi!
Whup, the police are going to take me down to the station anyway... I-I want to talk to my lawyer!
Negativity starts here
(I suck at drawing gauze, help me)
(And dog beds as well)
(Did I ever mention that hospital rooms have ugly colors?)
Negativity stops here