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[easybreezyidiot]

[So Julian and Brianna have finally sucked it up and gone to (or, let's be real here, been pressured into going to) the hospital until they can go through a day without accidentally blowing something up, collapsing whenever they try to walk, or spread their disgusting flu germs all around Camp

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[doctorquincy]

[poking his head in]

[needsahandjob]

[just playing around with a set of robotic hands]

[doctorquincy]

How are you feeling?

[needsahandjob]

I am so bored. Can I leave yet?

[no. dude has no spleen and his lungs and diaphragm are a mess of scar tissue, so his case of the flu is horrid on the whole, you know, breathing thing.]

[doctorquincy]

I think you already know the answer to that, Julian.

[needsahandjob]

I was hoping this time you'd give me a different answer.

[doctorquincy]

Not yet. Is there anything else I can do to help alleviate some of your boredom?

[needsahandjob]

What would you do if I asked?

[doctorquincy]

That depends on what you're asking.

[needsahandjob]

...nah, I'll behave. Otherwise you'll never let me out.

[doctorquincy]

That's very astute of you.

[needsahandjob]

You've seen my records. I've been in and out of places like this for three months back home. You learn not to piss off the doctor too much.

[doctorquincy]

We appreciate that.

[needsahandjob]

...still bored.

[doctorquincy]

Sorry.

[needsahandjob]

You didn't give me the flu.