11G077-2 -- i'll wash my bloody hands [text]

[lost_undercover]

I wonder how anyone graduates and how anything gets done here when you people are undermining each other constantly.

[Private to Dick]
How are you doing, guy?

[Private to Rex]
[Costigan switches to audio. His voice is slightly strained.]

I'm coming over. Tell me you don't have company.

[Private to Una]
[Still audio and his voice is.. still

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[mrs_persson]

What's happened?

[Because it can't be anything good.]

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[lost_undercover]

Answer the question first. You trusted each other?

Private

[mrs_persson]

I trusted him implicitly, yes.

Have you seen him? Where is he?

Private

[lost_undercover]

I was giving him a tour. I asked him for the knife. I know I shouldn't have pushed him.. fuck. [There's a short intake of breath through his teeth.]

Look, he stabbed me. I'm fine and the Barge doesn't need to know what he did, but you need to get it away from him.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Better. What's up?

[Private]

[lost_undercover]

Rex is having some problems. I need to keep an eye on him for awhile. That alright with you?

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Why wouldn't it be?

[Private]

[lost_undercover]

..You're fuckin' recovering, guy. I didn't know if you needed help.

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[stopthat_destro]

I don't. But I'm also not in my room.

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[lost_undercover]

Fuck. I'm fuckin'-- I'm bleeding. You mind if I let myself in?

..Where are you?

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[stopthat_destro]

Be my guest. What happened?

...

Iago's.

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[lost_undercover]

I'll tell you about it later.

You two made up?

[You can hear Rex's keypad and door in the background.]

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[drdaytimetelly]

You mean doctor-patient confidentiality? I'm discreet, yes.

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[lost_undercover]

Need treatment for a stab wound. Torso. Kind of deep, but I'm pretty sure it missed the organs.

Level 1, Room 6. It's unlocked.

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[drdaytimetelly]

On my way.

Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam

[lost_undercover]

[Costigan was sitting shirtless on Rex's toilet with his t-shirt, damp, pressed into his abs, hunched over awkwardly. His jacket was thrown onto the floor and he looked pretty bad off as he waited for the other man.

Svetlana had said she didn't do pills, Caesares was from 1939, he didn't trust Denise, and Martha had left on leave for her mental health: that only left John. The inmate waited in his friend's room for the doctor, beginning to get a little nauseous from the pain as much as from the blood loss. The loss of blood wasn't even that severe so far, because he had the good sense to know how to reduce the bleeding, but it was still a stab wound.

He glanced down to where the black shirt was shoved against the wound and caught sight of the thick scars on his arms. Frowning, he cast his vision to the ceiling of the room instead.]

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[greatlightother]

Of course. About what?

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[lost_undercover]

I need you to give me your word that anything I say to you isn't going to anyone else, including my warden.

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[greatlightother]

After making a post about people undermining each other?

[Pause.] Alright. I swear.

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[lost_undercover]

I was talking about Chang giving Sexby a fuckin' knife.

Look, Sexby stabbed me and I'm fuckin'-- I'm in a friend's room, alright? I got medical attention, I'm fine, but he gave me painkillers for this. I needed them and he gave them to me.

I thought you should know, after what we talked about last time.

..He gave me a few extra, for tonight. Then he's coming to check on me again tomorrow.