New York, Saturday Afternoon Into the Night

[apocalipped]

When all was said and done, Jono could honestly say that he'd had better days. Sure, he'd had worse days. His life, it seemed, was an endless parade of worse days, all vying for a position at the top of the worst-days ladder.

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[glacial_witch]

Karla was finalizing her plans for the break and decided to see what Jono was up to. Like, say, whether he was over being a grizzly or whatever it was he'd been.

...And to see if he was over his desire to murder her. You know, that too. That was important.

Ring ring ring!

[apocalipped]

Yeah, no. That desire was still there. It was just a little muted thanks to some mighty painkillers that Jono had been given.

Painkillers that didn't exactly help him all that much. Not when answering his phone had started, initially, with a failed attempt to reach to where it was sitting next to his hospital bed with his stitched-and-bound left arm.

He was still swearing when he got the receiver to his mouth, with Miranda's help.

"-Bloody sonofa motherfu-"

"Told you to let me hand it to you, blue boy."

"Hello."

Jono was stubborn. And trying to live down the whole princess-carry thing, with little success. So if his answer was a touch terse... well...

[glacial_witch]

"I take it I'm still in trouble," Karla said with a small sigh. "Kiss kiss, Jono. Wait, was that Miranda I heard?"

[apocalipped]

"You're still in trouble," Jono said, rather definitively. "And yes, that's Mira. I'm in New York at th'moment."

You know. In a hospital bed. With weeping puncture wounds in his arm and leg. Good times.

[hatesmoststuff]

April was... well, not drunk exactly, but on her way there, when she called Jono. Hi, Jono! Were you in the mood for a cheerier-than-usual April?

[apocalipped]

Jono was... capable of being in the mood for... he...

He seriously hadn't had enough drugs for anything bordering on cheerful!

"H'lo?" He leaned back a little and looked at the call display on his phone. "April?"

[hatesmoststuff]

"That's me," April agreed. "I got booze. Whassup?"

[apocalipped]

"I... don't have booze." A beat, while Jono looked at Miranda with pleading in his eyes.

"No," came the succinct reply, muffled for distance from the receiver. "Hospital."

"Bugger." Yeah. Yeah, Jono couldn't win, today. Life simply wasn't fair. "Is it good alcohol, at least? Import, perhaps?"

Let him live vicariously through you, April.