007 [AUDIO]

Jun 22, 2009 02:18

[The recorder clicks on with the rattle and thud of things being dropped onto a table, and someone speaking low over the noise.]

-not really here. I know the damn prognosis. Thirty days after injury, ninety percent of patients fail to recover to a state better than severe disability. I know I won't work again. You want to rub that in? Fine. You're dead, between the two of us I still think I have the more positive outlook.

Is that what you're doing? I've had the flashbacks to my childhood, now you've shown up to, what, guide me into the light? No. I didn't - No I wasn't happier when I heard about it. Do you have the first idea what I-

[He cuts off as though interrupted. A minute's silence.]

You could have told me. You knew the cancer was too far advanced, that I wouldn't see you again before... Right. You didn't miss me, you were there for a second opinion and then you couldn't piss off fast enough. Didn't expect that one final fuck you, though. Disinheritance really showed me how you felt, I'll give you that.

I'm not indulging this. You're not here. I'm... I've got to go to work.

[ooc: tags slow/possibly backtagged as i'm not very well D:]

rowan chase md, cut me out of his cushy will, cursed, things left unsaid, poor little rich boy, cursed is also a pun, prognosis, daddy issues, small cell carcinoma, what makes good boys good, it's his dad's fault, my dad was an arse

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