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survivalthroughhate
2020-06-06 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
As a doctor, what sort of painkillers do you have access to?
[..........Oh God, Maul. What did you do?]
[..........Oh God, Maul. What did you do?]
[Well. Isn't that a strange coincidence.
Luka frowns at the Fluid when the message interrupts his working on Lindsey but the guy needs to rest a little in between anyway, so he steps away from the couch to reply.]
Depends on the injury. What's going on?
Luka frowns at the Fluid when the message interrupts his working on Lindsey but the guy needs to rest a little in between anyway, so he steps away from the couch to reply.]
Depends on the injury. What's going on?
I am not sure... I must have been in my seventies.
I did, yes, but it was weird. I was convinced that I had simply been trapped in Deerington for over thirty years. Of course I had no memories of what I had done in that time but somehow, I did not question that.
I did, yes, but it was weird. I was convinced that I had simply been trapped in Deerington for over thirty years. Of course I had no memories of what I had done in that time but somehow, I did not question that.
[Normally, Maul might be more evasive when asked, but he's tired. It's been one hell of a day and he's in a lot of pain that won't go away.]
I just had some wings and a tail rip through my back and spine. That's in addition to the claws and fangs that ripped through my mouth earlier.
[Maul had a pretty high pain tolerance, so the fact he was even asking for help was telling of how much this all hurts.]
I just had some wings and a tail rip through my back and spine. That's in addition to the claws and fangs that ripped through my mouth earlier.
[Maul had a pretty high pain tolerance, so the fact he was even asking for help was telling of how much this all hurts.]
Made of bones?
[He's pretty sure the answer will be yes even as he types. So his instinct was right. It was going around. Dammit.
Maybe he should inform the hospital, if there is an influx of people suffering from this condition... He steps into another room of the house before switching to video.]
Show me. Are you bleeding? How is your breathing? Is anyone with you?
[He's pretty sure the answer will be yes even as he types. So his instinct was right. It was going around. Dammit.
Maybe he should inform the hospital, if there is an influx of people suffering from this condition... He steps into another room of the house before switching to video.]
Show me. Are you bleeding? How is your breathing? Is anyone with you?
[Maul turns on his own video. There's blood in dried rivulets along his back, tailbone, and mouth. Along his wings, there's bits of skin still clinging.
Maul himself looks tired and trying very hard to mask how much he's in pain.]
The bleeding appears to have stopped and my breathing is fine. No one else is here. Ben was but I sent him home. It appeared he only a small set of horns grow in.
How did you know they were made of bone before I even showed you?
Maul himself looks tired and trying very hard to mask how much he's in pain.]
The bleeding appears to have stopped and my breathing is fine. No one else is here. Ben was but I sent him home. It appeared he only a small set of horns grow in.
How did you know they were made of bone before I even showed you?
[There's a surprised pause on Luka's end as it's the first time anyone has actually asked him that. Most people - him included - seem to default to dealing with this by making quips over revisiting puberty. Or, in his case, yelling at people to get off his lawn.]
I'm, ah. Yes, thank you. Fortunately I found myself in good health, aside from the occasional joint pain and fatigue.
[There is a pause and the next admission is slower, more thoughtful.]
I think the lingering horror is the idea of actually staying here for the rest of my life.
I'm, ah. Yes, thank you. Fortunately I found myself in good health, aside from the occasional joint pain and fatigue.
[There is a pause and the next admission is slower, more thoughtful.]
I think the lingering horror is the idea of actually staying here for the rest of my life.
I've seen someone with a similar affliction. I was wondering if it might be going around.
[He studies the video footage and yes, it looks quite similar to Lindsey's bone protrusions if maybe different in design...]
What happened? Were you attacked? Did they just-- appear?
[He studies the video footage and yes, it looks quite similar to Lindsey's bone protrusions if maybe different in design...]
What happened? Were you attacked? Did they just-- appear?
[Someone else...? He knows pretty much everyone who had been by his house when it had happened, so there's only a handful of people that could be. Is this where Lindsey had run off to when he wanted to lick his wounds?]
No. It was one of those damnable cursed books. It was destroyed during a struggle-- [He's just going to pointedly not mention that he was the one who had partially been the cause of this.] --and affected everyone within the area. There was at least three other people afflicted besides myself. It appears the closer the one was to the book when it was destroyed, the more they were affected.
No. It was one of those damnable cursed books. It was destroyed during a struggle-- [He's just going to pointedly not mention that he was the one who had partially been the cause of this.] --and affected everyone within the area. There was at least three other people afflicted besides myself. It appears the closer the one was to the book when it was destroyed, the more they were affected.
[A struggle. Yeah, Lindsey's injuries told him as much and he wonders.
But of course it would be one of those blasted books. And of course McDonald would be involved in it. Again.]
Sounds like I need to make a couple of house calls. You mentioned Ben, do you know who else was there?
And where do you live? I can come by, take a look, see what I can do.
[Get him some morphine at least because what he sees on the screen looks agonizing.]
But of course it would be one of those blasted books. And of course McDonald would be involved in it. Again.]
Sounds like I need to make a couple of house calls. You mentioned Ben, do you know who else was there?
And where do you live? I can come by, take a look, see what I can do.
[Get him some morphine at least because what he sees on the screen looks agonizing.]
A girl. Her name was-- Pidge? Something like that. I'm not sure if there was anyone else.
[He'd been a little distracted at the time, understandably, given what had just happened.]
643 Griggs Road in Flatwoods Point. Bring the legal limit of painkillers.
[He's not even being humorous right there. He's absolutely dead serious.]
[He'd been a little distracted at the time, understandably, given what had just happened.]
643 Griggs Road in Flatwoods Point. Bring the legal limit of painkillers.
[He's not even being humorous right there. He's absolutely dead serious.]
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