[Hospital] Questions and answers

[murdoc_is_god]

Once they're sure Murdoc is rested and comfortable after the shock of waking up from a week long coma, the hospital sends a psychologist in to speak with him. Given the nature of his condition, there's some understandable worry that he may have been trying to take his own life. Ethics demand that the hospital staff test the boy's mental and

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[1stborn2ndbest]

Han had been questioned, and had hated every second of it. But he'd given the proper answers, as well as he could and eventually they took pity on him and stopped asking him things. Asthma attacks do that to people.

He curls into his chair (funny how it's become 'his' chair) with a weary sigh. "Could be worse, you know..." He'd hate to be in AA himself, but he can certainly think of worse outcomes. He wraps his arms around himself; he's been very cold lately. "Yeah, they said you could use a computer. I can bring yours from home if you want, but they'll let you use one til then."

[murdoc_is_god]

"Good. I need to get a hold of some people online and I think I'd rather use theirs. I don't want 'em lookin through the shit on mine. That'd be a whole nother round of dumb ass questions."
Muds knows there are worse things than AA. That's why he opted for that. A few weeks of promising that Jesus has shown you the light and you'll never drink or do drugs again beats the hell out of sitting in a padded room forever and ever.

"D'you want this jello? Orange is fucking nasty. If you don't want it, they're just gonna throw all this out. I've eaten everything that counts as food."

[1stborn2ndbest]

He nods about them looking through Murdoc's computer. He'd been using it off and on lately and he knows what's in it. It's likely that they wouldn't understand.

He has to think about the offer for a moment. He's not really hungry but he knows he has to eat something sooner or later. And he might be able to keep jello down, at least for a while. "Yeah, okay..." He'll probably poke at it, mostly, but a few bites are better than nothing.

He takes the cup, and yeah, there's some poking of the jello involved before he eats a spoonful. "...so...uhm. D'you know when they're lettin you outta here?" He'd really like his bed soon.

[murdoc_is_god]

Murdoc's glad to see his brother eat something, even if he isn't sure if jello officially qualifies as food or not. A space aged polymer, perhaps, but not food.

"They said they have to see me walk around and check my heart rate some more, but I can prob'ly go tomorrow night or the next day." Muds smiles a bit, really wanting the hell out of this bed. He doesn't do well with confinement unless it's voluntary.