Well it's Saturday and that means another installment in what is becoming a not so bad story after all. I only have a short chapter for you today because, well, the chapter was short anyway. But I feel like I should do some rewrites to the next one. I figure this could do with some rewrites of it's own but that's time restraints for you.
Chapter Five: http://theramblingperson.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/five-out-of-five-for-length.html
Chapter Six: http://theramblingperson.blogspot.com/2012/04/its-been-too-long.html
Chapter Seven, well that follows this. Enjoy!
Trent woke up a few hours later, looking at his watch to see just how late it was. When he looked at his hand he noticed something and laughed out loud. Geoff walked into the room.
“You're awake now? What's so funny?” Geoff asked him, leaning against the door frame. Trent held up his hands with a huge grin on his face. Geoff looked at them for a few seconds before he realised what had happened. His jaw dropped before he started laughing too, in disbelief though really. Trent had four fully formed fingers on each hand, complete with two thumbs as well. Somehow, amazingly, his finger had grown back and he had two complete hands.
“Did that really happen?” Geoff asked. Trent stuck his hands in his pockets and fidgeted, and he did pull out the fingertip that he cut off.
“Somehow,” Trent replied, playing with the finger “that did in fact happen.” He laughed again and pocketed the finger again. He pointed at Geoff, still laughing. “It seems like you owe me a date”.
Geoff buried his face in his palm. “Why are you keeping that thing?” he asked.
“Well that Osbourne fella might not believe us”, Trent replied. “But you're avoiding the point. When can I meet your sister?”
Geoff shook his head before replying. “No no no you aren't getting to meet her. Is there anything else? I did not expect this to happen, and it will not happen,” he said.
Trent stroked his stubble, wishing he had a beard. He gave it some thought and slapped his hands on his legs when he was done.
“The ship”, he said, “I'll call it off if you call off that I owe you money for the ship. I'm out of money and I need the money I can get for myself, so I can be off on my way”.
Geoff was a bit sad at this thought. He didn't really want Trent to go, and he did see this debt as a way to keep him around. “Do you really have to go so soon?”, Geoff asked, before he could stop himself.
Trent put his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. “I think I'll be around for a few weeks or so, I don't know how long it will take”. Geoff's face dropped. “But”, Trent continued, looking at Geoff, “You can still come with me if you want. This would still be partly your ship you know”.
Geoff looked back up, smiling again. Trent smiled back and got out of bed.
“Say, just when does your man Osbourne finish work? Can we still go see him there now?” he asked Geoff. Geoff checked the time, and saw that they could still catch Osbourne at work. So the two of them headed out and started walking towards the hospital. Trent was joking about how his date with Geoff's sister could have gone while Geoff was laughing it off and thanking Trent for saying he could still go with him if he wanted.
PS He's not God-moding life by being able to regenerate, it's seriously restricted and several other people in fiction have had unrestricted regeneration.