Care notes, Sacred Heart, Rm 3058:15 AM - Pt. pain 3, no redness, no pus, no swelling, no fever, f/u sched. 3:30. Morphine drip d/c. Wheelchair requested. -jkh ( Read more... )

From Dr. Jean Grey's answering machine..."Hey. This Dr. Grey's machine? This is Julia Rossi. Listen, my jackass brother went and shot himself the other day, so he can't make it for Wednesday, and he says sorry. Oh, his name's Chris. Big guy, good-looking, asshole. Sorry about that, but he's done worse to get out of dates, so don't take it ( Read more... )

Excerpt from Julia Rossi's paper journal.

I HATE YOU CHRIS, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!! DO NOT EVER FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN OR I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND PISS IN THE BLEEDING STUMP OF YOUR THROAT SO HELP ME GOD!!!

That felt good. I think I'll put it up in Chris's hospital room and throw darts at it until he gets out.

( 'I probably shouldn't have said you were hot, huh?' [Alyssa, Leah] )

Excerpt from Matt & Hatter, the popular morning drive radio show."...don't think there's a law against that, but there ought to be. No man should have to mention an Olsen twin and Michael Jackson in the same sentence ( Read more... )

Strange new worlds. Took Summers up on his suggestion -- he might not've been expecting that, but screw it -- and visited Jean Grey. Didn't bother to check if it was him tailing me. If it was, more joy to him. Had questions. Needed answers. Need to learn, before some telepath perp takes over my brain or reads something I'm thinking and tries to ( Read more... )

LT's orders: stop ditching the watchdog. Pain in the ass. Wouldn't have mattered, except the Cap came by later to say it again. Beston's calling Summers "The Poodle." Smartass spent half the summer trailing a mountie, for fuck's sake. He's got some nerve. Not to mention the wick-dipping cracks I'm getting from the rest of the precinct because of ( Read more... )

Hail and hallelujah. The Cap's complaint to IA actually pulled Hagan off our backs. Not completely, but at least we're able to do our jobs again. Bastard Beston didn't lose his cool once. Thought Hagan was going to deck him the last time, kinda sorry he didn't. Pretty sure Beston could've taken him, but IA throws the first punch, they'll never hear ( Read more... )

There's something about that name. Xavier's. Something itching in the back of my mind. I'll figure it out eventually ( Read more... )

Julia came by right before shift ended to drag me with her to some bar. Said I needed some relaxation. Spent the trip down there trying to tell me some bizarre story about her motorcycle's tailpipe and some guy's midget doberman. Would swear she pulled it out of Penthouse, except Julia never makes shit up. Makes it even worse when she starts ( Read more... )

Shit. SHIT. Can't even go for a walk in this city without walking into a scene. Probably a good thing Lazzaro showed up when he did. My hero. If that asshole had actually hit me with that rock, I seriously might've blown his fucking head off ( Read more... )