Sitting up on the bed set up against the wall, with flecks of blood on both his loose fitting cargo pants and the white sheets on the thin mattress, is Heinrich von Richtoven, both the All-Star and Spotlight titles set either side of him as a doctor applies the last of some medical tape to the corner of a small bandage on his arm, and then double checks his handiwork on Heinrich’s nose.
(Doctor): Seems like it was only yesterday I was treating you for a broken nose…
fWhipping a small pen light from his pocket, he flashes the beam in Heinrich’s eyes, a satisfied sound coming from the back of his throat as both pupils dilate correctly.
(Doctor): Of course, you hadn’t managed to get one title at the time, let alone two…
He snaps off the beam on his pen light, and slides it back into his pocket.
(Doctor): Congratulations on that by the way. You’re good to go incidentally…
He reaches back out of his pocket, and places a small circular flip-top bottle into Heinrich’s hand.
(Doctor): Standard drill, take two tonight, two in the morning, and save the rest for when you walk face first into something.
Heinrich attempts to smile at this, but the sharp pain causes him to cease quickly. He settles for a nod of the head instead.
(Doctor): Having said that, given that your last break only happened a few months ago, so go easy on using your head as a weapon for the next few matches, ok?
The sound of Hans von Richtovens voice comes from off camera.
(Hans): You might want to draw him a picture, he seems to take it in better when he gets instructions that way…
(Heinrich): Ha bloody ha!
(Hans): I know people say I’m the hard headed one of the family, but after tonight…?
Heinrich chokes back a laugh, thrusting a finger at his elder brother.
(Heinrich): Are you seriously wanting to go there? You want to go down that route?
As the camera pans around, Hans can be seen cracking up, causing his brother to quietly laugh with amusement, one hand going up to his nose in reaction as he leans back against the wall behind the bed. Standing beside Hans, Vanessa rolls her eyes; still full of concern for the state she finds both men in.
The doctor chuckles at the actions of his two charges, before glancing at a clipboard that he’s placed on the sidetable.
(Doctor): Right gentlemen, I don’t see any benefit in keeping you here longer. Vanessa, if you’d be so kind as to ensure your…
He trails off, looking expectantly at her. Blushing somewhat, and with a quick glance at both Hans, and then at the camera, uncovers her right hand and holds it out.
(Doctor): Well congratulations to the pair of you as well then. Be sure that he sticks to loose fitting tops, and certainly doesn’t even think about buttoning up a shirt. There’s going to be swelling as I’ve said, but there’s no need to cause unnecessary discomfort where possible.
(Vanessa): Thank you doctor, I’ll make sure.
(Doctor): Right, off you go then!
(Vanessa): Thank you again!
(Hans): Danke herr doctor.
(Heinrich): Danke!
Both brothers exit the room, gingerly nursing their wounds, Vanessa behind them, parting with a small wave at the doctor as she shuts the door.
(Heinrich): Locker-room, grab my bag, and then home.
(Hans): Via the airport of course…
(Heinrich): You know what I meant!
Both men smile, Hans gently elbowing his brother in the ribs, as he wraps his arms around his shoulder.
(Hans): I know I did… champ!
The scene slowly fades out to black.
To be continued…
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