ITP: Doctor hard at work.

[actualrapist]

[Bring him your sick, your injured, your jailbai-- wait. The good doctor will treat your bruises, colds or that one injury you've been trying to hide for weeks. Come, there are cookies in his office ♥]

((MY NET GOT SUPER STUPID so I'll be slow. I'm sorry I swear it wasn't doing this half an hour ago))

Comments

[killerofademon]

[why do I always end up here]

[actualrapist]

[beats me]

... good afternoon.

[killerofademon]

Hi.

[is not bloody this time!]

[actualrapist]

... are you here voluntarily?

[climaxinside]

Ummm...?

[actualrapist]

Good afternoon.

[climaxinside]

*... rubs at his arm, which has a HUMONGOUS bruise on it roughly the size and shape of two gorilla fists*

[actualrapist]

Please take a seat.

[carebearspare]

[lost!]

[actualrapist]

Good afternoon?

[carebearspare]

Hello! I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm...not really sure where I am.

[actualrapist]

You're in the hospital, more specifically in my office.

[pussyfortono]

. . .

[actualrapist]

Hello?

[pussyfortono]

Are you a doctor?

[actualrapist]

Yes, were you looking for one?

[hitme_baby]

*Looking around, kind of lost*

Haah...

[actualrapist]

... are you lost?

[hitme_baby]

Constantly.

[actualrapist]

Hahaha, were you looking for something?