When: Thursday, October 16 Where: The clinic Who: Dr. Horrible and OPEN to anyone who'd have business being there What: This is a nightmare Rating: PG?
Dr. Horrible knew someone who had said it, in a context both idiotic and patronizing. So even if he had been the type to make cheesy declarations like that, he would have avoided that particular one.
"That makes you a fool," he informed Lulu quietly, then flicked his gaze back to Lorne. "And you should hope I don't. Once I've recovered from this little setback--" His voice was rising - or trying to rise, but it couldn't. Instead, it was catching, straining, the burn in his throat and lungs getting worse with every word. Now, though, he forced his way through them, disregarding the warning signs that he should probably shut up. "Once I've recovered, this town will- see what I'm- capable of. I'm- going to make- that earthquake- seem- like- nothing."
Ultimatum delivered, and the urge to cough was out of control. He gave in to it: deep, tearing coughs that ripped their way out of his chest, shook his entire body and had his eyes watering with pain. He was aware that this was probably making them take his threats less than seriously, but with any luck it would also attract the doctors' attention finally. Much as he hated to need rescuing, it had proven impossible to put an end to this stream of unwanted guests any other way.
He was coughing himself dizzy, but if he passed out, so much the better. If not, surely he had to be due for another round of narcotics by now.
"That makes you a fool," he informed Lulu quietly, then flicked his gaze back to Lorne. "And you should hope I don't. Once I've recovered from this little setback--" His voice was rising - or trying to rise, but it couldn't. Instead, it was catching, straining, the burn in his throat and lungs getting worse with every word. Now, though, he forced his way through them, disregarding the warning signs that he should probably shut up. "Once I've recovered, this town will- see what I'm- capable of. I'm- going to make- that earthquake- seem- like- nothing."
Ultimatum delivered, and the urge to cough was out of control. He gave in to it: deep, tearing coughs that ripped their way out of his chest, shook his entire body and had his eyes watering with pain. He was aware that this was probably making them take his threats less than seriously, but with any luck it would also attract the doctors' attention finally. Much as he hated to need rescuing, it had proven impossible to put an end to this stream of unwanted guests any other way.
He was coughing himself dizzy, but if he passed out, so much the better. If not, surely he had to be due for another round of narcotics by now.
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