27. back. so, so, very back.
[Paddy’s back. He knows this is on, just pondering what to say. Whilst doing so, he’s humming a few seconds of Last Rose of Summer. He's just that Irish. He also has reasons.]
Right, right. Sorry, I was trying to figure out just how long I’ve been gone. [Pause] Still don’t know; how long have I been gone? Did I miss much, or just the usual rounda-fucking-bout of death, various forms of insanity, and events which should really stick to horror films?
Malc, Parker, Brian, West? All still here? You better be. [Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh] Uhura? You better not have pissed off, I want to talk to you. Now. Spare me ten minutes of your clearly-so-precious-time, won’t you?
[Infirmary filter - ONLY to the doctors on staff.]
‘Spose I should give you an interesting update for your files. You do have files, right? Because I’m not going through this every fucking time, yeah?
Right. Well, remember me, that bloke who told you not to give him opiates? I’m now triple fucking underlining that one. I’ve been bloody well shot since, and I'm pretty fucking sure that stuff'll kill me now. I mean it. I'm also cleaner than fucking clean, and have been, by my count, for nearly a bloody year, so I'm not taking a single chance.
So. No fucking morphine or other-opiates-of-any-kind, guys. I’ll take the pain over dying, thanks.
Right, right. Sorry, I was trying to figure out just how long I’ve been gone. [Pause] Still don’t know; how long have I been gone? Did I miss much, or just the usual rounda-fucking-bout of death, various forms of insanity, and events which should really stick to horror films?
Malc, Parker, Brian, West? All still here? You better be. [Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh] Uhura? You better not have pissed off, I want to talk to you. Now. Spare me ten minutes of your clearly-so-precious-time, won’t you?
[Infirmary filter - ONLY to the doctors on staff.]
‘Spose I should give you an interesting update for your files. You do have files, right? Because I’m not going through this every fucking time, yeah?
Right. Well, remember me, that bloke who told you not to give him opiates? I’m now triple fucking underlining that one. I’ve been bloody well shot since, and I'm pretty fucking sure that stuff'll kill me now. I mean it. I'm also cleaner than fucking clean, and have been, by my count, for nearly a bloody year, so I'm not taking a single chance.
So. No fucking morphine or other-opiates-of-any-kind, guys. I’ll take the pain over dying, thanks.