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I hate the infirmary. It's too white and it hurts to look at.
And it always smells like Lysol and some shit. And it's lonely.
I really fucking hate it. But I really don't want to leave...
I'm starting to think that maybe white's my color anyway.
And at least they have drugs in here that I can take legally that just makes you forget things, or put you to sleep, or makes pain go away.
I haven't been able to breathe properly for days and it finally feels like I can take a breath without my chest feeling like it wants to fall apart. Morphine, will you marry me?
I think just laying here for another few days sounds wonderful. And really? I don't think I'm going to enjoy many visitors. I can't really talk. See where fractured cheekbones get you? God fucking damn me and my clumsy self.
Oh, and this is Danny:
He's Jack's son.
He'll be staying with Mal and me until his respective new, and hopefully, better parents come pick him up in about a month or so.
He's a sweet kid. He draws me pictures from underneath the bed; it's funny, I think I'll hang them up somewhere later.
A little off his rocker, but, fuck, after what happened...whatever. Fuck it.
Go ask Jack if you want to know anything, he'd be more than glad to share with you.
I'm going back to bed.
I'm too tired to deal with this bullshit. Really morphine, Vegas in five. <3
And it always smells like Lysol and some shit. And it's lonely.
I really fucking hate it. But I really don't want to leave...
I'm starting to think that maybe white's my color anyway.
And at least they have drugs in here that I can take legally that just makes you forget things, or put you to sleep, or makes pain go away.
I haven't been able to breathe properly for days and it finally feels like I can take a breath without my chest feeling like it wants to fall apart. Morphine, will you marry me?
I think just laying here for another few days sounds wonderful. And really? I don't think I'm going to enjoy many visitors. I can't really talk. See where fractured cheekbones get you? God fucking damn me and my clumsy self.
Oh, and this is Danny:
He's Jack's son.
He'll be staying with Mal and me until his respective new, and hopefully, better parents come pick him up in about a month or so.
He's a sweet kid. He draws me pictures from underneath the bed; it's funny, I think I'll hang them up somewhere later.
A little off his rocker, but, fuck, after what happened...whatever. Fuck it.
Go ask Jack if you want to know anything, he'd be more than glad to share with you.
I'm going back to bed.
I'm too tired to deal with this bullshit. Really morphine, Vegas in five. <3