#cc 002.

"The food here fucking blows. When's Uncle Tony gonna come by with that chicken parm he promised me?" Jackie complained as he flipped through the same five channels on the small TV, unable to settle on a show. It was no surprise that the Reaper was feeling restless, always one to be constantly on the go from sunrise to sunset -- so, being confined to a hospital bed for god knows how long wasn't exactly ideal. Not to mention the business losing income from him being incapacitated, something that worried him more than he'd be willing to let show. His mother insisted she wasn't concerned, but he knew better -- she and his father fully relied on him, something that had been the case since the patriarch's illness began to progress all those years ago. "Did I tell you they were this close to choppin' my leg off?" A lie. "Doctor said it was a miracle that the initial surgery worked so well. Apparently my body is, like, real fuckin' good at healing or whatever. Said it was a miracle."