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[misterparker]

[OOM: Parker does not have a good month. Unlike the mun, who did.]

Parker steps through and sits down, hard. He tries to keep breathing normally, but finds himself hyperventilating and his vision graying.

"Stop it, Parker." He does not find it weird that he's talking to himself.

[ooc: semi plot locked. Ping fryadvocate before tagging.]

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[conglomerelda]

"Are you quite all right?" comes a concerned voice from overhead. The sight of Elda can be a little disconcerting to some people, so perhaps his vision problems are for the better.

[misterparker]

"Not really," Parker says. He glances up and then back down. Ok. He's either moved on to the hallucination portion of his injuries or he's back in the bar.

Parker breathes out and in, says, "I hit my head." And his stomach and his ribs and he's not sure about that elbow.

[conglomerelda]

"Oh, dear." Elda looks around for anyone who is more qualified than she is. Coming up short of doctors and wizards, she sighs.

"Fiddlesticks. Well, sitting on the floor won't be too good for that, I shouldn't think. Come on and see if we can get you to a couch, at least."

[misterparker]

Parker takes a deep breath and sits up. Right then. Couch. Wall first. He likes walls.

Bracing himself, he slowly starts to move up, hand braced against the wall. The great thing about being stubborn, he's found is that most of the time, it gets him what he wants.

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence has been looking for Parker, although he's not made it obvious and it's rather hard to find him when you can't get to his world.

He could have asked Fiona for a trump, but.

He calmly asks bar for a medical kit and a bottle of water before walking over to Parker and resting a rather large hand on his shoulder.

"Parker." His voice is ... well, businesslike, because otherwise he might be upset. "You need to be cleaned up."

[misterparker]

Parker raises both eyebrows says, "Lawrence."

The couch is terribly comfortable.

[almost_arabian]

"Come on, then." He sets the bottle of water into Parker's hand and then waits expectantly.

'Their' room is still that - Lawrence has stayed with Nick. Maybe he's hiding, maybe he's not.

[misterparker]

Parker drinks, stands slowly. "Where are we going?"

He rolls his shoulders, testing. If he's careful, he can walk fine.