Bloody Meat and Sundaes

Here's a little tip, if you have a subordinate who you usually mentor, don't leave them alone for five minutes they might have an accident.

Ok I'll explain what happened.

Me and Ronnie dearest met for lunch this afternoon before his evening shift and I believe I have ruined my wonderful figure by devouring a fabulous, cherry topped sundae the size of my head simply because Ronald said I wouldn't be able to eat it all. What can I say~? Ice cream bring out the little girl in me~ ...also using it to wash down a rather large extra rare steak is really going to make it add to my calorie intake..maybe it was a bad idea.

But any way, after dinner and a rather long discussion about Ronald's love life I left him to go home to my stoic hubby and Ronald went to work.
Well that was until I received a message from him an hour or two later.

I, being the wonderful mentor that I am, rushed to my fellow reaper's aid. (After I took some time to touch up my make up and hair of course. A lady of Death has to look her best) A demon has interrupted Ronald's first death of the night and even though it was dead by the time I got there Ronald was a little battered. My poor little junior had to have his collection finished by me and then escorted to the infirmary.

Now before any of you start to panic he's fine. He just has a few scratches and bruises and a broken right wrist. I think it must have been twisted because I've never seen a bone stick out like that before, it was gross. But he'll be right as rain in no time. He's all patched up and spending the night in the infirmary with a nurse to keep him company.