2.11 ...ow...

[redrobinhood]

[The handwriting here is Ghost's familiar scrawl but it's a bit lazier than usual, as if it taking him a lot of effort to put ink to page. Someone finally woke up and is on the good stuff.]

I have a hole near my chest.

Again.

This is old.

[long pause]

You guys talk too damn much. I am not reading through all this. Yo. Sphere. Short version of events. Now. Small words, big print. Go.

...Inara? I think Inara was there. Is she ok? And that guy she lives with...

[Added later] Somebody needs to force Simon to sleep he looks like crap. And he keeps sticking me with needles.