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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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[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.]