[Hospital] Questions and answers

[murdoc_is_god]

Once they're sure Murdoc is rested and comfortable after the shock of waking up from a week long coma, the hospital sends a psychologist in to speak with him. Given the nature of his condition, there's some understandable worry that he may have been trying to take his own life. Ethics demand that the hospital staff test the boy's mental and

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[1stborn2ndbest]

Han had been questioned, and had hated every second of it. But he'd given the proper answers, as well as he could and eventually they took pity on him and stopped asking him things. Asthma attacks do that to people.

He curls into his chair (funny how it's become 'his' chair) with a weary sigh. "Could be worse, you know..." He'd hate to be in AA himself, but he can certainly think of worse outcomes. He wraps his arms around himself; he's been very cold lately. "Yeah, they said you could use a computer. I can bring yours from home if you want, but they'll let you use one til then."

[murdoc_is_god]

"Good. I need to get a hold of some people online and I think I'd rather use theirs. I don't want 'em lookin through the shit on mine. That'd be a whole nother round of dumb ass questions."
Muds knows there are worse things than AA. That's why he opted for that. A few weeks of promising that Jesus has shown you the light and you'll never drink or do drugs again beats the hell out of sitting in a padded room forever and ever.

"D'you want this jello? Orange is fucking nasty. If you don't want it, they're just gonna throw all this out. I've eaten everything that counts as food."

[1stborn2ndbest]

He nods about them looking through Murdoc's computer. He'd been using it off and on lately and he knows what's in it. It's likely that they wouldn't understand.

He has to think about the offer for a moment. He's not really hungry but he knows he has to eat something sooner or later. And he might be able to keep jello down, at least for a while. "Yeah, okay..." He'll probably poke at it, mostly, but a few bites are better than nothing.

He takes the cup, and yeah, there's some poking of the jello involved before he eats a spoonful. "...so...uhm. D'you know when they're lettin you outta here?" He'd really like his bed soon.

[murdoc_is_god]

Murdoc's glad to see his brother eat something, even if he isn't sure if jello officially qualifies as food or not. A space aged polymer, perhaps, but not food.

"They said they have to see me walk around and check my heart rate some more, but I can prob'ly go tomorrow night or the next day." Muds smiles a bit, really wanting the hell out of this bed. He doesn't do well with confinement unless it's voluntary.

[1stborn2ndbest]

Whether or not jello counts as food, Han doesn't know. But it sure counts more as food than the cigarettes and coffee he's been living on for the past week.

Han gives a relieved sigh and an almost smile at the news. "Oh god, that's great. I'm so sick of this fuckin place." He eats another spoonful of jello, far more slowly than anybody really should eat jello. "I'm...uhm. I'm glad you're doin better, kid. I was worried."

[murdoc_is_god]

"Yeah. I guess I can stand it asleep, but while I'm awake this place sucks rancid goat ass."
Muds tries to sit up more or get some comfortable position that isn't staring at the ceiling, but it seems impossible.

"Sorry I worried you. At least I'll soon have Jesus in my life to set me straight."
He laughs and fidgets with his empty soda can. They'd only let him have one and it was gone in an instant.

[1stborn2ndbest]

Han lets out a low, tired chuckle. "At least you get a bed to hate this place from. All I got is this fuckin plastic chair." It's his chair, but he hates it. That's the way things go with Han.

He laughs harder at his brother's new friend Jesus. "You'll be Saved before you know it."

[murdoc_is_god]

"Hey! You can leave if you want. I'm a captive of 'The Man'." Muds tosses the empty can at Hannibal, though he knows his brother wouldn't leave him and it's comforting.

"I thought I was Saved on other time, but it turned out to just be gas."

[1stborn2ndbest]

"What, leave now that I actually have somebody to talk to? I've been in this chair with your unconscious ass for company for a week, I'm not leaving now." He ducks the can and gives a bit of a smirk.

"The Lord works in mysterious ways, you know."

[murdoc_is_god]

"Well, enjoy your chair then, sucker. I, on the other hand, have the robotic S&M torture bed. Wooo."
He hits the button that angles the back of the bed up so he can sit, while simultaneously crushing his spine.

"So does the Taco Bell half-pound burrito. When you consider that Jesus has a Mexican name, it all starts to come together."

[1stborn2ndbest]

There's a tired chuckle that tapers off into a yawn before he sets aside the barely touched cup of jello. "Hey, uhm...d'you need that extra blanket? It's all kicked down and stuff is all and uhm...I'm kinda freezing my ass off here." He grins weakly, but it's obvious he isn't joking; he's begun to shiver.

"So does this mean we'll go to heaven for a #4 combo?"

[murdoc_is_god]

"What?" Muds looks down at the blankets bunched at his feet and tugs one free to toss to Han. "Oh yeah, sure. Here. Don't freeze to death or anything. You'd be mildly more boring."

He laughs and pulls his knees up against himself.
"Shit. I'd go to hell for a #4 combo right the fuck now."

[1stborn2ndbest]

Han huddles into the blanket and gives a mock scowl. "MIldly more boring, huh? I wasn't the one in a coma, junior." He rolls his eyes and grins a bit before breaking into another yawn, this one so big it shakes his thin frame. He's truly worn completely out.

"I'll get you one when you're out, okay? And you can eat it on the couch." This seems like a fantastic plan, as far as he's concerned.

[murdoc_is_god]

"I hold great conversations in my sleep. If it was anything like that, you should have recorded it." Murdoc searches absently for something for his hands to do. Soon he will just start tearing holes in his sheets.

"That sounds fucking perfect. Let's go home now."

[1stborn2ndbest]

"You didn't say anything, actually. Mostly you just laid there...sometimes you'd twitch or something. It was both boring and creepy. Nobody would want a recording of that." He shifts with a wince, stretching out his leg in front of him.

"Not now, you know that. Later. When they say you can leave. I can't deal with it if you decide to die in the apartment or something."

[murdoc_is_god]

"I dunno, I've seen movies that bad." He works his first hole through the sheets and stops fidgeting for a while, wondering if they have to pay for it if he destroys them.

"Yeah yeah. I know. And shut up... I'm not dying." If he failed at it already, then fuck it. He'll live forever or something and the world can suffer for it.

Another frayed hole is worked through the sheets and he slams his hands down on the bed.
"That's it. I'm makin' the nurse bring me a computer or something before I take the room apart. Besides, yer gonna pass out on me." He hits the call button.