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[onthenightroad]

[GUESS WHO'S DRAGGING A BEATEN UP BODY TO THE HOSPITAL? ABEL NIGHTROAD

GUESS WHOSE BODY IT IS?

His name starts with a "P" and rhymes with "well," for starters.]

--ah.

Medic?

((FUN TIMES WENT HERE. Will be slow.))

Comments

[at the hospital]

[still_walking]

*On the off-chance you guys make it that far.*

Re: [at the hospital]

[pellameno]

*hay Lisa. no cupcakes today, sry.*

Re: [at the hospital]

[still_walking]

*Story of my death life.*

Re: [at the hospital]

[pellameno]

*i'll bake you some when i can stand again*

[euphiemisms]

Father?

[onthenightroad]

Hey, Euphie. I'm going to have to borrow your handkerchief for a little longer.

[euphiemisms]

[nods]

Is it very serious?

[onthenightroad]

He'll be alright.

[right_hand_of]

[Is probably in a room, waiting to get out. It's healed some more, damn this IV. What is going on?]

Oi, what's going on out there?

[pellameno]

*not ded rly?*

[right_hand_of]

[Well, that will measure me a lot more, if I could see your body. If no one comes in here, I'm gonna go out there.]

[pellameno]

*i go where i'm carried?*

[pellameno]

*nothing! back at the library, however...*

[onthenightroad]

I'm afraid I don't know.

[bad_addict]

*has been pacing through the hospital since this morning, a cigarette in one hand and a coffee cup in the other*

...what the hell.

[pellameno]

*IT WASN'T RADU I SWEAR*

[bad_addict]

*IF IT WERE RADU, I'D BE UPSET BUT I MEAN, HEY, YOU GET TO A CERTAIN POINT AND YOU CAN'T HELP IT.

...IT BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN SOMEONE WHO COULD HELP IT.*

[pellameno]

*........he did for his own amusement. but i'm not gonna tell you that.*