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[fierybluebird]

Hey Doc, I'm coming over to your place, just so you know. [Why yes, that does almost sound like a date or something. Seeing as it's Marco and really who knows what he's thinking. Also the disadvantage to being a sketchy doctor is that you get bugged as bizarre as hell hours.]Ace, Luffy, I'm going to the Doc's. Though while I remember, how hard

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[alleywayhack]

[Is always awake. Most of the time. There is a reason he has raccoon eyes.]

Yeah whatever.

[Muttered over the comm. He's so enthused. REALLY he's happy to hear your voice, Marco.]

[fierybluebird]

Long day at the office?

[Ambles over at a new rush speed. Sure his friend is in agony and possibly dying, but that doesn't speed him up.]

[alleywayhack]

Lotta requests t'cut people open fer these little chip things. Christ, should start chargin' already.

[He'll be waiting outside the apartment door, smoking, looking tired and uncaring. Maybe he SHOULD sleep. A power nap or something. Five minutes, he'll be good.]

[fierybluebird]

Might as well. At least in favors or something, seeing as they're gaining a part of themselves back. I guess you could always send them on errands or something.

I need sleep meds and possibly something to check a little idiot's internal bleeding in the stomach. He won't come out of his safety zone though, reminds me of some of my crew. Something I can do for you in exchange? Seeing as you look pretty exhausted.

[alleywayhack]

Eh, I might have somethin' t'help ya sleep. Not sure how strong the shit is.

[He'll have to go check, but he quirks a brow at the last bit.]

Who's the little idiot? An' why d'ya think he's got that? Any signs t'suggest it? [He'll wave away the worry of his exhaustion.]

Always look like that, mate. Jus' my usual pretty face.

[fierybluebird]

Many thanks.

Because he he's been shook so hard he's been throwing up for the last week and then he got punched hard enough in it he seems like he's dying.

[Waves back your waves and raises you an arched eyebrow and psuedo!flirty grin.] Now now, that gorgeous mug? You should take better care of it, eh. You'll look old before your time.

[alleywayhack]

Thank yous don't do me any good, mate. A good drink does though.

[Way to avoid telling him who it is.]

Throwing up what? Blood? Cause that's a pretty good indicator somethin' ain't right... besides the throwing up fer a week bit. There ain't any magic medicine t'give 'im that'll make him better. If he is bleedin' internally than he'd hafta get checked up, probably operated on. Doubt we have the shit t'do that 'ere.

[He's not going to say what will happen if he's not operated on. Pretty obvious there.]

I'll make sure t'put a little blush on t'pretty up fer ya next time I know yer comin' around.

[fierybluebird]

Drinks I can do. Spiced rum work for you?

And... beats me. He can still talk so he's probably not dying, but I'm not great with assessing other people's damage. That whole fire-healing thing. I could take you back to his place, but he basically figures you'll cut him up and he's paranoid.

Now now, don't go to any troubles, I'm already weak in the knees around you anyway, eh.

[alleywayhack]

I'd drink fermented piss right about now. Sounds great.

[Rubs at his face, grumbling.]

I ain't gonna cut anyone open less I fuckin' need to. Christ people are a bunch a worry fer nothin's. They gotta at least let me check em out, I'd hafta get touchy feely an' shit, but that way I could check fer broken ribs or what not.

[Eye roll.]

I jus' see yer knees bucklin'.

[fierybluebird]

Oh yeah, especially when you start talking about all that touchy feely jazz. Almost ready to swoon. [Pretends to suppress a shiver.]

Anyways, it's Eri. So he might just be overly dramatic as it is. Or not. He's been brought to you before. Forcibly.

[alleywayhack]

Ya start swoonin' I ain't catchin' yer ass. [He'll watch you drop like a rock man.]

Eh? The little demandin' troll kid? Well if he stopped gettin' hurt or whatever he wouldn't hafta be brought t'me. Pretty simple. Christ. He gonna let me go see 'im or should I jus' tell 'im he'll die if he doesn't come see me?

[fierybluebird]

Even for the opportunity for a cute one like mine??

Dying might work. Otherwise I'll just drag you to his apartment. I figure throwing up daily is probably a pretty bad sign. Even if he was a binge drinker.

[alleywayhack]

Ya mean flat an' boney one like yers?

Been there before, guess sayin' allo t'im again wouldn't hurt. Hopefully this time he won't be spoutin' shit about Jack an' some island.

[fierybluebird]

[Attempts to turn around and glance at it.] Yes. Like that.

Nah, he seems lucid, just throwing up.

[alleywayhack]

I like meat on my asses, mate. Yer outta luck.

... blood? [Because throwing up blood would be baaaad.]

[fierybluebird]

[Waves hand.] Not my fault I work out. A bird's gotta keep light to fly.

Ah... he got punched in his stomach so maybe. It's hard to tell with him.