Fuck it.
Where are the nurses? It fucking hurts... if they don't hurry up with that morphine...
Oh God.
She's going to leave me. I know it... she's decided that I'm broken, that I can't be a capable lover...
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Damn it. Oh God... I have to keep it together. I always keep it together, but... this is...
God.
I hate being stuck here. I can't do anything. I hate the blood and the pain and the fact that I have to use a bedpan. I can't eat solid food... and now Alice is talking like this...
Fine. If... if Alice doesn't want me anymore... if she's done with me because it's like this... fine. She deserves someone who can give her what she needs, right?
OOC: Pain meds are messing with L and making him paranoid and fractious.