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[lastchancetorun]

Use the books for inspiration. Pretend to be someone else, pretend to be someone else having a breakdown. To break yourself just a little bit more. Are you pretending?

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[goshdarnniteowl]

Lucky Daniel has this round, right before he gets off for the day. Lucky, lucky Daniel. At least he's been here long enough that he doesn't lose his lunch at the display -- just goes pale, and fumbles with his radio for a few moments before he radios for assistance. Code blue in ward 06, patient 37. Send assistance.

As much as he wants to, he doesn't open the door 'til said assistance arrives, two guards and a staff member from the medical wing, trained in not-brainmeat doctoring. A little poking and prodding, vital signs taken and all, and it's off for medical assistance you go, Mr. Stark. I hope you're proud of yourself.

[lastchancetorun]

Poor, poor Daniel. Poor Judah's neighbor.

Judah (Jonathan? Scarecrow?) is so proud of this, you know? He's really looking forward to the stitches and the stomach pumping and the IVs of saline and blood. Okay, maybe not so much those things. But he's probably looking forward to something.

[dysfunctionjnct]

Quite promptly, along comes Dr. Huang. He is here to frown with concern at Judah, and wonder if this is some kind of reaction to Harvey escaping. Nothing left of me. Hmm.

[lastchancetorun]

It might be. It might not be. It might be that Harvey escaping was just convenient timing. At this moment, Judah (Jonathan? Scarecrow?) is staring rather intently at the IV bag above his bed. Yay IV fluids?

Nothing left of him indeed.

[dysfunctionjnct]

Well, have more frowning. He moves closer to Judah, maybe in an attempt to have more effect with that, or, okay, just to see how he's doing.

"Judah." Anybody home?

[lastchancetorun]

A smirk and a flash of not quite Judah Stark in his eyes. It's probably good that there are these restraints here, right? Did anyone find that bit of comb? "He'd like to be. He's not real."