three.

[ohmykethe]

Comments

[action]

[poorneedyand]

What're you going to do, clean the holes out with brandy? Go to the doctor and have it looked at.

[action]

[poorneedyand]

[Skeptical expression.] Probably oughta go right away. It's not like anything else's going on, anyway.

[action]

[ohmykethe]

It's fine. Don't even hurt no more. [This is obviously a lie.]

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[poorneedyand]

Uh-huh. [She's willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, but her right eyebrow's still raised.] Then you might as well go get it looked at now instead of later. No point to waiting if it doesn't hurt anymore--probably won't take five minutes.

[action]

[ohmykethe]

[Damn, thwarted by logic.] I don't even know where the doctors is, here.

[action]

[poorneedyand]

I know where Bones practices, if you wanna go see him. [She'd even try to draw you a map and let you go yourself, but it miiiiight not be the world's most accurate directions.]

[action]

[ohmykethe]

[Mildmay just stews, thinking. He hates being stuck with anyone, frozen as the sole object of their attention; this is almost just as bad.] Fuck it. Okay.