080. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Voice;

I'm going to simplify my confusion into one, and only one, question. The answer, the hard part, is up to you. Be concise.  The amount of focus it takes to write down my own symptoms on a napkin with a pen is tremendous.

And I don't feel much. Cool. Drugs, kids. They're something.

Back to the question: What the hell is going on?

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voice;

[songofdreams]

...uhm, I'm not sure.

The animals are going insane, and my friend is being taken to the hospital because of... an attack of some sort.

voice;

[vicodincrutch]

An animal attack.

voice;

[songofdreams]

I'm not sure... John was the one who found him, but he's really badly hurt.

voice;

[vicodincrutch]

If he dies he won't stay that way.

voice;

[songofdreams]

...maybe that's how the City works, but even still.

I don't want him to die.

voice;

[vicodincrutch]

No maybe. It is.

He's in the hospital. That's the only fact you know. Why buy into others? Though you do look like the good friend crying like a baby. Don't let me stop you.

voice;

[songofdreams]

I am not crying.

[Which was of course, a complete lie.]

And that's not the only thing I know. I know John found him in another apartment, not his own. He mentioned the name "Shalimar".

Kara took him to the emergency room which is where I'm headed now. Anthony has scratches on his face and neck and there was... a lot of blood. Also behind his head.

...I don't even know why I'm telling you this.

voice;

[vicodincrutch]

Don't look at me, you started it.

voice;

[songofdreams]

...

...meanie.