Comments | worst_ra_ever: fuck fuck fuck fuck

worst_ra_ever

fuck fuck fuck fuck

Nov 28, 2010 04:24

In hospital craters motorbike Tono you're my next of Kim I will fucking kill you if you tell my parents Claire you're in charge of my winguntil I very out

Nurse is botching iM not allowed to use cells in hospital fuck

[OOC Translation: In hospital, crashed motorbike. Tino, you're my next of kin, I will fucking kill you if you tell my parents. ( Read more... )

mmm morphine, motorbike, message to tino, what have i done, message to claire, oh madness, typotastic

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salmiakkicoffee November 27 2010, 20:29:56 UTC

(Tino nearly falls out of his bed trying to find his cellphone. Once he's able to make sense of the message he's instantly awake and getting dressed, texting back while he does so.)

I will be right there you are so lucky you're not dead!!

(And then he's out the door and hurrying off to the hospital to try and get into see the Dane.)

[Forgive an fitting icon. I'm working on getting more. >>]

waffle_love November 29 2010, 04:17:18 UTC

[[I suppose I"ll post like you Tino. ...Though I have no fitting icon]]

|Claire was awake when Mathias texted her. She didn't make much of it, she got texts in the middle of the night all the time (although usually she slept through them), so this wasn't much different. She glanced at it, sighing softly and flipping open her phone, surprised it was from Mathias. Once she had read it, her green eyes widened, and she gasped, scrambling to her feet, and hopping into her shoes, running out the door. She managed to text as she ran, though she did nearly run into a pole.|

Mat! What have you gotten yourself into! You'd better not be hurt!

worst_ra_ever December 4 2010, 09:05:13 UTC

I'm fine! But whose dorm is Matthew Williams in?

[He has to sneak the phone under his covers to text her in response but he's not going to make Claire worry about him unnecessarily!]

waffle_love December 5 2010, 06:23:26 UTC

Fine?! Define fine!

|Shit. Claire didn't know where the hospital was. She glanced around, horrified. How could she not know something like that? She also didn't have a car. She ran to the edge of the street, nearly getting plowed over by a semi, before whistling for a taxi. After the third attempt, she slid herself into the backseat. "Hospital, now!" She yelled, now a very angry Belgian.|