Since the curse broke, or even before, he had never seen much of Jefferson. The odd sighting, but he never interacted with him. For some reason, it came as no surprise to the scientist when Jefferson was wheeled into the hospital on a gurney. Victor folded his arms over his chest as he glanced over the Hatter. “Jefferson, what seems to be the problem here?”
Jefferson groaned, hating that he’d ended up in Storybrooke General. “I was fixing something at my home using a latter and I fell,” Jefferson confessed, groaning as the pain shot through his head. “Been meaning to look you up now that we’re in our right minds but I’ve gotten used to staying away from town thanks to Regina.”
He almost rolled his eyes. “I would have been too busy to look you up in return, forget about it,” he said, taking note of his pained tone. “So, where’s the pain?” He asked, dismissing the paramedics that brought him in with a wave of his hand.
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