"I know you can hear me. Its a natural reaction." He tossed his cell on the table before moving over to the fridge. He pulled it open and pulled out a beer, opening it and taking a swig. "Okay, food."
He glanced over at Eliot, shaking his head. "Not right now. He's going to look into getting the stuff we need." He sighed, staring into the fridge for a long moment. "We have to burn the silver out. Still just two options and I need to talk to you about them."
He shut the door before walking over and sitting next to him. "First option, we take a hot poker and push it into the bullet wound. It will burn away the majority of the silver, but its not guaranteed to get rid of all of it."
He took a deep breath, brushing fingers through his hand and groaning. "The next one is acid. It will probably hurt worse and leave a bigger wound, but in the end Sam thinks all the silver will be burned out. Neither option can kill you, but...its just whatever you want."
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He glanced over at Eliot, shaking his head. "Not right now. He's going to look into getting the stuff we need." He sighed, staring into the fridge for a long moment. "We have to burn the silver out. Still just two options and I need to talk to you about them."
He shut the door before walking over and sitting next to him. "First option, we take a hot poker and push it into the bullet wound. It will burn away the majority of the silver, but its not guaranteed to get rid of all of it."
He took a deep breath, brushing fingers through his hand and groaning. "The next one is acid. It will probably hurt worse and leave a bigger wound, but in the end Sam thinks all the silver will be burned out. Neither option can kill you, but...its just whatever you want."