The Last Spartan
Okay, so my fingers are cramping and it's kinda late at night. I've got school tomorrow and I'm thinking if I don't warm my toes up soon I'll get some type of frost bite… maybe frost nibble…
Disclaimer: don't own Devil May Cry
Dante and Nero sat at the edge of the hospital bed. Her eyes where closed by long worn off forced sedation. She had been out for half a month now. The fact that she was alive was a pure miracle.
Lady poked her head into the hospital room. "How is she doing?"
"Same" Dante shrugged
"How's the shop?" Nero asked
"A little bit of a girl power can go a long way. I swear sometimes I can't tell the difference between you and Vergil until diner time" she laughed
"Will she be coming anytime soon?" Dante wondered
Lady shook her head "No, she feels just awful about what she's done."
"Alright. Get back to work" Dante dismissed her.
"I can't believe she's still out." Nero shook his head
"She'll be fine. She's strong."
"Not that strong"
"I wonder what was going through her head." Dante mused
"Murder? Kill her? Something around those lines." Nero guessed
"Silly Trish" Dante sighed
"Silly, or stupid?"