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[jarrod_quinn]

::scribbles furriously into journal::

I've been alone... terminally alone. Dr. Dowell has been focusing his attention on Dr. Darko, guess he thinks she's worse off than I am. I feel like I've lost everything and everyone I ever cared about. Courtknee calls me, I'm pretty sure it's some odd guilt thing... she doesn't love me or anything, how could

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[keir__dowell]

::walks down corridor whilst whistling on his way to visit Jarrod because Jarrod is awesome::

[jarrod_quinn]

::bleeding and barely conscience on the bathroom floor::

[keir__dowell]

::knocks on door:: Jarrod? You in there? ::taptap:: Jarrod? ::opens door and enters, tentatively:: Hello? ::blinks and looks around; notices bathroom door ajar:: Jarrod, you in there? ::open omg:: Fuck! ::hurry scurry to check pulse because he knows how to do that; then rush rush to telephone to call for help from infirmary then omg back to Jarrod!::

[jarrod_quinn]

::eyes half open, shallow breathing, whispers:: Courtknee...