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Title: The Best Day EVER
Characters: Black Jack, Pam, and ANYBODY who wants to join the insanity
Location: Our beloved Day Room
Summary: It's Group Therapy time again! Surely everyone is excited!
Date: Day 4
Time: 14h00
Aspirin.
Black Jack could really, really go for some aspirin right now.
Waking up with a very disturbing nightmare can do wonders for your brain's mental health. Nevertheless, he headed to the Day Room to do his work. He was (unfortunately) assigned again today. Then again, Day 2 wasn't SO bad... maybe he was overreacting.
Hm... it won't be so bad... *what the?*
He had to pause when he finally got to the doorway. The walls of the Day Room weren't as white as he remembered. They were now filled with scribbles, with lines, and even some strange symbols. It was more like a rainbow fiesta than anything. Nothing covered up the blood stains from before, though they were a little faded than last time.
The doctor let out a small sigh, hung up his coat on the designated little spot, then sank into the couch, closing his eyes. What was he worrying about? He was Black Jack. Today will be great.
Or at least, 'good.'
...he could even do with 'decent'.
Characters: Black Jack, Pam, and ANYBODY who wants to join the insanity
Location: Our beloved Day Room
Summary: It's Group Therapy time again! Surely everyone is excited!
Date: Day 4
Time: 14h00
Aspirin.
Black Jack could really, really go for some aspirin right now.
Waking up with a very disturbing nightmare can do wonders for your brain's mental health. Nevertheless, he headed to the Day Room to do his work. He was (unfortunately) assigned again today. Then again, Day 2 wasn't SO bad... maybe he was overreacting.
Hm... it won't be so bad... *what the?*
He had to pause when he finally got to the doorway. The walls of the Day Room weren't as white as he remembered. They were now filled with scribbles, with lines, and even some strange symbols. It was more like a rainbow fiesta than anything. Nothing covered up the blood stains from before, though they were a little faded than last time.
The doctor let out a small sigh, hung up his coat on the designated little spot, then sank into the couch, closing his eyes. What was he worrying about? He was Black Jack. Today will be great.
Or at least, 'good.'
...he could even do with 'decent'.