<strong> Outside Cafe Georgio's, One week previous </strong><br/><br/>The heavily crippled man went quite still, and once injected with the morphine, he relaxed and went reasonably still.  He knew that he was going to die, but he accepted some comfort of not having to suffer out the amount of time it would take for his system to finally give out.  The peaceful dreams were welcomed, and he seemed to have no regrets.<br/><br/>The man with the spraypaint stayed still, accepting her treatment gratefully, but he wasn't so badly hurt that he couldn't walk on his own once the drugs took away his agony.  "Thanks, ma'am," he said, showing the can.  "May I mark your van?  It's a sort of code that we have, so people know-"<br/><br/>Bill's glare cut the spraypainter off, and he gladly gave Mary over the money, mostly in $5s and  $10s of old and wrinkled bills.  "Probably not a good idea to drive, then, but I'll gladly accept treatment if we've got enough for it.  After that, if you can drop us over at Sunset, it's an abandoned club where we hang out at, I would greatly appreciate it."  The axe at the ground next to him stank horribly of the corpse's decayed flesh and guts.  "Just help Theo get Red into the van; there's one more thing I have to do before we go."