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[hyposprayed]

Prefect, I don't want to hear you say 'good morning' or 'comrade' anywhere near me for the next month, understood?

God damned ports.

[Private to Scarlet]

I figure real introductions are called for. Name's McCoy, might as well thank you for some of that back there.

[Private to Kirk]Get your ass to the infirmary Jim. I remember the break out and

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Private.

[you_run_i_chase]

I fucking need a doctor. Are you in?

Private.

[hyposprayed]

In the infirmary as we speak- what's wrong? Hell, just get down here.

I'm assuming Spam is okay.

[you_run_i_chase]

[It took Parker a little bit of time to get down to the infirmary, and when she walked in, she looked like hell. Her skin was pale, and she clearly looked anemic. One hand was squeezed to her side, and in the other hand there was a handkerchief that was rather flecked with blood. Her steps wobbled before she spoke quickly.] I think my fucking ulcer is rupturing.

More than okay~

[hyposprayed]

Damnit- [McCoy hurried over and took her arm, trying to help lead her to one of the beds.] I'd say you've guessed right- how long have you been coughing up blood? [He asked with a glance at her handkerchief.]

Spam.

[you_run_i_chase]

Three days. I think. Maybe fucking four? It started during fucking port, but it only got fucking bad... [When it started to get fucking bad was lost as she pressed her handkerchief to her mouth and coughed into it.] God fucking damn it, this fucking hurts like fucking hell. [Parker grimaced as she sat on the bed, wincing visibly as she did so.]