Pickleberry & Cannon-Head

Charlie grimaced as he roughly stitched Simon's neck back together hearing the clicking of his spine readjusting and piecing itself in place. Exhausted, the older man half-assed a knot at the end.
"This is the second time in the past month Pickleberry, for god's sake"
Simon sighed gently tilting his head back. "I'll let you know Charlie, that bloody bastard deserves what's coming for him now." Licking the blood from his lips he lolled over to look at the so called hero.
"I hope you won't stop me."
" I don't think I will."