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((After this fight.))
John felt like shit. Absolute and complete shit. The morphine drip made the ceiling more interesting, and at least he didn't hurt as badly any more, but he wanted a drink, and he wanted a gods damned cigarette, and he wanted to track down Jake and Manuel and start cracking heads... and he'd really like the guy in the next bed to stop ranting. It was bad enough lying here waiting for his jaw to set and the hole in his guts to close without listening to some crazy Brit babbling about demons and God and blood and other shit that wasn't in English anyway. Just his fucking luck to end up next to some damned homeless streetpreacher schitzo.
And now the loudspeakers were playing church music. Fucking great. He was gonna end up as crazy at that guy if he stayed here much longer. The little button for the drip wasn't hooked up to anything, he was pretty damn sure about that, cheapass hospital, but he kept pushing it anyway. It was getting warm in here, or maybe he just had a fever, and if he didn't get a cigarette soon somebody was gonna fucking die.
"My only father is the Father of lies!"
...Starting with that guy. Where the hell was the... about fucking time the doctor showed up. Yeah, give that guy another shot and let the rest of us get some fucking sleep! Fucking doctors, always sounding so fucking smug. Bet they were all high. He sounded high. You could get anything in a fucking hospital if you knew who to talk to. Probably why the button in his hand wasn't doing shit. Fucking doctors.
"I wasn't sent but stand against ye! I spread no word but mine!"
You're spreading something, friend. Why the hell is the doctor still just talking with him? Must be one of those student doctors, the ones that wander around in coats practicing on all the poor guys. Should be fucking illegal, to practice on people like that. He's here to get better, not so some kid can poke him and steal his meds and go bang some high-titted nurse while tripping his balls off. As soon as he gets out of here, he fucking vows... wait, that wasn't him. What the hell is that doctor talking about? He was gonna punch that bastard in the face, as soon as he could move.
"Ye took my family, no, ye did! I held the knife but you forced my hand!"
Whoa. That guy was crazy. Like, for real. Hope he liked fluffy white walls, 'cause he was gonna be seeing lots of those for a fucking long time. And what the hell was the doctor doing, getting him to talk? Was he gonna blackmail this fucker? Homeless don't have no money, asshole, what the hell good will that do? Was there a reward for him? Can't arrest a crazy guy without a cop around, that's the law. And, shit, was that guy crying now? Jesus fucking christ this place was gonna make him crazy.
"Ye're lying. I'm mad, and ye're lying. I'm not yours, I'm not."
Got it half right. Sounds like the doctor's had enough of that fucking soap opera, too. Just knock his dumb ass out already, and...
Great. Fucking great. Now he's screaming. Of course it hurts, fucker, you're in a fucking hospital! That got somebody's attention... sounds like a couple somebodys. Good, yeah, hover around, give him some drugs, and while you at it, give me some fucking drugs, and shut his ranting ass up so I can get some god damn sleep!
Thank you. About fucking time.
((Comments welcome!))