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[drcuddles]

Dark? You may want to come to the hospital.

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[sexforbreakfast]

He's shooting at people, isn't he.

[drcuddles]

What? No. There are no firearms allowed on the premises of the hospital. However, it's impossible to get anything done. He's more uncooperative than House, and if anything gets done, he demands witnesses from other departments. We kind of need your help.

[sexforbreakfast]

Oh. Thought he managed to sneak in a gun behind my back. What do you need me for?

[drcuddles]

We need you, a lot. He won't cooperate, he won't tell us a medical history, I need to get people to hold him down so that I can sedate him so that I can actually examine him.

[sexforbreakfast]

Geez. I can help you with all of those.

[drcuddles]

How?

[sexforbreakfast]

A good punch to the head should do.

[drcuddles]

Somehow I think that isn't going to work.

[sexforbreakfast]

You'd be surprised. ♥

I'll just knock him out with magic and give you his medical records.

[drcuddles]

Thanks, Dark. What exactly am I looking at, I mean apart from his abnormally high blood pressure -

[sexforbreakfast]

Don't bother with the bandages, there's just scars underneath. Not to mention he'll be more cooperative if you leave them. The problem he's got is with his knee; it's probably from the fact that he's got metal in there holding himself up and I guess they need to be fixed a little.

[drcuddles]

... you do realize that means we may have to take him into surgery, right?

[sexforbreakfast]

...Yeah, I know.

[drcuddles]

... he'll be okay, Dark.

[sexforbreakfast]

Hey, anything to reduce all the painkillers he takes.

[drcuddles]

I need to know the dosage.