No more nights like that please.

Jul 24, 2012 17:28

So last night I was going to ram a scalpel into my lungs. (It was one of those perfectly calm decisions, rather like the time I walked to Greenwich to drown myself.) I didn't really expect it would kill me, but I calculated there was a chance my lung might collapse which could cause interesting issues. I set things out, wrote the equivalent of ' ( Read more... )

insanity, necromancy, nights like these

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thegael_arcayne July 24 2012, 18:27:13 UTC
Stand fast, dear girl. We all care quite a bit about you.

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valerius1979 July 24 2012, 18:37:53 UTC
Although sucking chest wounds are quite interesting and I know how to theoretically deal with such things (got to love battlefield first aid lessons), it's possibly not a good plan to actually experiment with them, plus I am not allowed morphine normally... :)

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slavelabour July 24 2012, 19:15:17 UTC
So glad there was no stabbity happening, doll. You've got a story to publish, you know. And art to do. And marriage proposals to dodge. ;)

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ginasketch July 24 2012, 21:00:14 UTC
I'm glad you didn't and are still around. *hugs*

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halfangel July 25 2012, 00:58:27 UTC
Do try to avoid, dear.

You 'k? I would have expected more happy, recently, surely. Instead I find sucking chest wound narrow-avoidance.

Not so good?

Come find me, let me know I'm wrong, and tell me how you're much better than that. Or not. But find me.

Usual Caveats Apply.
N.

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