Aug 22, 2011 20:08
[See the medical equipment? Yeah, someone landed in the hospital. The spores got him. He looks like he has a really bad stomach flu, and he feels worse than he looks.
He takes a few minutes to swallow against the nausea.]
Uh, I ain't gonna make no cookin' lessons. I doubt I'm gonna be cookin' fer a while. Least ways til whatever this is clears up.
I also ain't gonna be home. Dunno what happened, but I done got sick at work, an' they sent me here.
[A pause as he tries to remember where 'here' is.]
I'm at the General Hospital, I think. Lucky I had m'phone on me.
Hey, Julian, could ya get in my stuff an' bring me some o' my'gloves that're in there? An' m'socks?
M'feet're cold.
Sorry fer the trouble.
!: wither,
c: emma frost,
c: julian 'hellion' keller,
c: frau,
c: tyrell