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[emptyyourself]

[That last post? He does not remember any of it. Or most of it. Not even the creepy game of horrific death. He doesn't have the journal portion of his journal equipment - just the communicator - and has been sleeping since he made his long, rambling post that will shame him horrifically later

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[thegooddrjones]

[Martha just sounds tired.]

Well, I'm guessing you don't remember how stoned you were yesterday. She'd died, but the Doctor didn't bring her here to revive.

And I don't think that's a good idea, Severus.

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[emptyyourself]

Stoned?

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[thegooddrjones]

You tried to hex the EMH and he gave you morphine. You decided to post to the barge about how it was fictional, save for me.

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[emptyyourself]

I -

[Have a very long silence. No, this isn't coming back to him.]

I did tell you not to give me morphine.

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[thegooddrjones]

I wasn't here. I was treating people in zero after watching you die.

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[emptyyourself]

[Annnd he's going to lapse into another long silence.]

I'm sorry.

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[thegooddrjones]

I don't want to talk about it right now. I can't.

Another day, all right? It'd make me feel better to keep you where I can keep an eye on you.

What's your pain level?

...

Would you prefer a healing potion?

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[emptyyourself]

No.

...

If you don't let me out, I'm going to wait until your attention is directed elsewhere and leave, regardless. Against medical advice, wand or no wand.

[Spam.]

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha doesn't respond to that, she just comes and drops the wand on his bed and walks away.]

[Spam]

[emptyyourself]

[Well, that answers a few other questions for him, as well.]

[Spam]

[thegooddrjones]

[Hey, you were the one who said that you'd leave even after she said that it would make her feel better to have you there for another day.]

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[emptyyourself]

[Yeah, he's just going to sit here and read the journal Mozenrath brought him.

And look a little stupefied.

And not leave.]

[Spam]

[thegooddrjones]

[And an hour later, Martha stops by, and she really isn't looking all that well. She's pale and she's definitely not had enough sleep.

When she speaks her voice is soft.]

Still here are we? I thought you were planning on swanning off.

[Spam]

[emptyyourself]

I will. The moment my doctor allows it.

[He got his wand back; he supposes he ought to make some concessions - particularly when she's in this state.

That doesn't stop him sounding displeased about it, of course.]

[Spam]

[thegooddrjones]

If you're going to be impossible about it, then perhaps you should leave.

[Martha is torn between spoiling for a fight, spoiling for a fight and knowing that this was the worst place to have one so she probably shouldn't, and just going over and curling up on him, which was a bad idea considering he was death tolling, and her patient and she was rather angry with him already.]

[Spam]

[emptyyourself]

[He waits for a moment, hovering between annoyance at this "damned if you do" situation, frustration that she'll tell him now isn't the time but is willing to have her say, confusion about why, exactly, he's allowed her to make him feel guilty, and...well, guilt.

He settles for not saying anything; there is absolutely nothing he can contribute to this that will make it not go horrifically awry.]