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Title: How the Nurse Has Fallen
Characters: Mao, OPEN
Location: Day Room
Rating: PG-13, probably
Summary: It's Mao's first day as a patient...and he's forced into group therapy.
Day/Time: Day 69. GROUP THERAPY, YOU GUYS!
For a lack of a better phrase, Mao was not pleased. His hand, still bandaged and sore from when Suzaku shot him, was tense and curled in a fist, teeth gritting while a nurse kept a strong grip on his shoulder. He knew this nurse. He also had a million and one things to say to her, things to shock her, things to get her to let go of his damn shoulder. But he didn't say anything.
"Act like a good little boy, Mao," she told him earlier. Bullshit. The only way Mao would be a "good little boy" was if they brought C.C. back, but they wouldn't do that. No, they much preferred shooting him in the hand and throwing him in the crazy room for a week, didn't they? He slammed his injured hand against the side of the chair. He could feel the wound pounding, fresh blood seeping through the bandages.
"Mao," said the nurse sternly, "Stop it this instant if you don't want to be sent to the headmaster."
"The headmaster!" he barked shrilly. The nurse almost twitched back at the sudden outburst. "There's not much more he can do than what he's already done. I would know." Not once did he ever turn to look at the nurse. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on the rest of the room and the door, waiting for other patients to come in and populate the room.
Stupid nurse, forcing him to come early and be prompt for his first therapy session. Oh, he'd show her therapy.
((OOC: You know the drill--post, get a reply, and log! If someone hasn't replied to you for a while, go and find someone else who hasn't been replied to yet and get something started! We won't kill you for posting twice, we promise. Also, we need a doctor to lead this session.
Also, people are totally free to notice the asshole former nurse being treated as a patient. 8D))
Characters: Mao, OPEN
Location: Day Room
Rating: PG-13, probably
Summary: It's Mao's first day as a patient...and he's forced into group therapy.
Day/Time: Day 69. GROUP THERAPY, YOU GUYS!
For a lack of a better phrase, Mao was not pleased. His hand, still bandaged and sore from when Suzaku shot him, was tense and curled in a fist, teeth gritting while a nurse kept a strong grip on his shoulder. He knew this nurse. He also had a million and one things to say to her, things to shock her, things to get her to let go of his damn shoulder. But he didn't say anything.
"Act like a good little boy, Mao," she told him earlier. Bullshit. The only way Mao would be a "good little boy" was if they brought C.C. back, but they wouldn't do that. No, they much preferred shooting him in the hand and throwing him in the crazy room for a week, didn't they? He slammed his injured hand against the side of the chair. He could feel the wound pounding, fresh blood seeping through the bandages.
"Mao," said the nurse sternly, "Stop it this instant if you don't want to be sent to the headmaster."
"The headmaster!" he barked shrilly. The nurse almost twitched back at the sudden outburst. "There's not much more he can do than what he's already done. I would know." Not once did he ever turn to look at the nurse. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on the rest of the room and the door, waiting for other patients to come in and populate the room.
Stupid nurse, forcing him to come early and be prompt for his first therapy session. Oh, he'd show her therapy.
((OOC: You know the drill--post, get a reply, and log! If someone hasn't replied to you for a while, go and find someone else who hasn't been replied to yet and get something started! We won't kill you for posting twice, we promise. Also, we need a doctor to lead this session.
Also, people are totally free to notice the asshole former nurse being treated as a patient. 8D))