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The clean up in his room was likely to take a few hours, and quite frankly, Zeke just wasn't up to worrying about all of it just then. He'd put the furniture back, cleared a path to the bed, and gotten that in order. The rest could wait until later, all and once, or a bit here and there until it was finished.

What he needed, at the moment, was to get out and try to clear his head. Be useful elsewhere. The infirmary was a mess, but there were patients to attend to and work to be done. He could help there, keep himself occupied for long hours at a time. That seemed like the best idea, given the way his thoughts kept trying to migrate back to the tower, the room, the life he'd been living there and what he'd been. None of which he was terribly eager to think about.

He'd arrived, but there was a cigarette hanging between his lips, so he was standing outside the front door at the moment, back against the wall, and head tipped back to watch the few clouds in the sky drift slowly by.

Lost in a flurry of unwelcome thoughts, Zeke was slow to react to Ever's presence, even after the other hunter had spoken up. And when he did, head tipping to level pale eyes on the blonde, his expression was a bit distracted, a bit lost. He'd blink, and that'd help some, but it was obvious to someone that knew him as well as Ever did that something was troubling him.

He plucked the cigarette from his lips to answer around a cloud of exhaled smoke. "Scattered, torn, broken," he sniffed sharply, irritated. "It's a mess." Was that vodka?

With a slight frown the Mist grabbed for a little more focus, and finally seemed to notice the bottoms of Ever's pants. "Pipe burst?" That didn't explain the smell, though. It was a bit strong for Ever simply unwinding with a drink before heading out.

Zeke actually scowled as the cigarette was taken from his lips, but after a deep breath he seemed to settle again as he'd eye the cast. "It's been what, three weeks since you got back?" Brows creased as he thought about it for a moment, counting in his head, then gave up. Remembering the last two weeks prevented missing time, but it still felt weird. "I'm sure it's fine to come off now."

Having something practical to think about seemed to be helping his mood a bit. He seemed slightly less on edge, at the very least. "What part of the bed is broken, maybe we can fix it."

A broken leg on the bed frame was an easy enough problem to solve. "I can fix it later, if you want." And he'd punctuate the offer by stealing back his cigarette for a drag before Ever finished it off. As he exhaled he offered it back.

"And I'm sure your arms fine at this point. We usually only keep things in casts for two weeks, and your weapon bond is stronger than most." Broad shoulders rolled in a shrug. "Besides, I wouldn't wanna try messing around with any of the equipment right now, I'm sure Edith and Sunny are having fits." I wanted to be in the way of neither woman.

Zeke scoffed incredulously. "We do have less archaic means to remove a cast than bolt cutters. Just cause the buildings trashed, doesn't mean we don't have runic batteries on hand for the smaller tools."

With the cigarette spent they were free to head inside, and Zeke would lead the way back to one of the least trashed exams rooms. "Sit tight, I'm gunna find a dremal." Sitting disk would work so much better than bolt cutters, even with their added strength.

With a thoughtful hum Zeke left the room and headed down the hall.

He was back after about five minutes, a cordless dremel in one hand, and a spar rune in the other. Pale eyes flicked to the glass, to the spill of swabs scattered over the counter and across the ground. The furniture was not arranged as it usually was, but seemed as if most of it had been shoved against one wall. For a moment he seemed to be taking all the damage in, then he grimaced, head shaking a little, before he hooked a foot around the post of the stool and wheeled it over to Ever so he could sit across from him.

Tanned fingers fiddled with the tool in his hands. he checked the power to make sure it had enough juice to run. The disc at the end was looked over, and, apparently satisfied, he put it back and tightened the chuck again. "Okay, this shouldn't take long." The spare rune was set aside, then he'd hold his free hand out for Ever's arm.

"Just try to hold still. I don't want to have to go find sutures and s**t, too." The goal was to start picking up, and that would be difficult if he had to patch up a sliced arm.

Ever's reaction to the dremel was enough to have Zeke blink up at him, momentarily puzzled, before he figured it out. "This is how casts are removed, standard procedure." He ran his thumb along the edge of the disk, feeling the heavy grit. "It's like sandpaper to get through the fiberglass, that's it."

He held his hand out again. "it's not gunna hurt, and I'm not gunna be careless." Not with Ever.

Now that he had Ever's arm his focus dropped to it, the cast the encased his wrist, and the dremel in his other hand. He was focused as he turned Ever's arm back and forth, looking for the best place to start, and then seemed to settle on the inner side below the joint of his thumb. "A few times. It might tickle a bit, just stay still."

He flipped the dremel on, adjusted his grip on Ever's arm, and gingerly put the sinning disc against the cast. It buzzed, loudly, but it was a smooth cut once he got into it. The line was straight, Zeke's hands steady as he walked the disk up the length of the cast until it came out the opposite side.

"One side done, one to go."