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[designedtoparty]

[Nathan is curled up in bed, so his voice is slightly muffled by his covers.]

Okay, so is anyone else getting any more of those pains that were going on before we managed to get rid of those harpies? Or am I the lucky winner here? [He says 'we'. In reality he didn't do anything to help.]

Fuck. I think this actually feels worse than getting impaled to begin with.

[A pause and some creaking as Nathan shifts on his mattress.]

I think there's still bird shit in my bed. Those bastards better not have given me bird flu, or something.

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[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

Aye! [He pats blanket-caterpillar Nathan on the shoulder and brandishes a bag of stuff, three plastic bags put inside each other.]

Morphine! I hope y' know how t' use this stuff cos I dunno it, really. It's usually other folk brandishin' this stuff at me. Well, no morphine. Drugs in general.

[designedtoparty]

What, you didn't think to ask for instructions?

[Nathan gives him a look like he's an idiot, but waves him inside, slouching over to the couch.] Whatever. Let's have a look at it, then.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

I dunno, thought it'd be easy. I'm just telling you in case y' did think.

[He walks in and drops the bag in Nathan's lap before he sits sideways in an armchair with his legs dangling over one arm.]

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan groans, stretching from where he's sprawled over the couch. He only takes one tablet out of the pack, squinting at it.]

Okay... I think this stuff is pretty strong, so let's start with one. [He takes it without so much as a drink. Years of various recreational drugs means he doesn't need to bother with that anymore.]

How long do you reckon it'll take to kick in?

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

Dunno. It could be nearly instant, could be gradual. My dosh'd be on it bein' more instant, though, cos it's for horrible pain, and it's no any good if it builds up slowly.

[He squints at Nathan.]

What's it doing, then?

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan lies there, trying to see if he feels any different. Since the internet tells me it'll take 20-40 minutes in tablet form, he shrugs.]

Nothing. You sure it's morphine?

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

Aye! They wouldnae fob me off wi' sugar pills, would they!?

[designedtoparty]

Maybe. I mean, a loony walks into a hospital and demands morphine, what else are they going to give him?

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

Aye, but it wasnae for myself! [Have a sarcastic bitchy look, Nathan.] And I didnae demand it, I explained the situation, I'm no a daftie, I know what doctors are like.

[designedtoparty]

Whatever, man. This stuff's bullshit.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

That's no MY fault.

[designedtoparty]

You're the one who got it.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

And they SAID it was morphine! I'm a loony, not a doctor!

[designedtoparty]

I thought you said it'd be instant?

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

I said I thought it could be instant!

[designedtoparty]

Well, obviously it isn't. [He's... just going to sulk now. Like this is Campbell's fault.]