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[stop_the_static]

Lisa's here.

She's... she's a good nurse. I hope everyone will treat her well. I know I trust her, and that says a lot.

And I know I have to ask permission for this, so. To Martha and John, I'm asking for permission to stay in James Sunderland's room tonight. I understand something terrible happened today, so keeping track of your patients will

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[batsugemu]

Who's Lisa? Is she another friend?

[stop_the_static]

Yes. She helped me out in the hospital I stayed at back in the States. You can trust her, Mion.

[batsugemu]

Well, if she's a friend of yours, then she's a friend of mine! I'll have to meet her, if she's as good as you say.

[stop_the_static]

Just be nice, Mion.

[statics_silence]

Lisa, huh?

Didn't know you had any women in your life, Harry.

[stop_the_static]

Tease all you want; she was my nurse in Alchemilla -- and the only one I could trust.

[statics_silence]

Ah- Well-

Alright. Be careful though. Anyone from that area is bound to have bad luck, just like us.

[stop_the_static]

Yeah. I know. I just hope she's gotten better.

[rednurse]

... Harry, thank you.

And if you can get permission to stay in mister Sunderland's room, I'd be more than happy to do the check-ups on you two. I'll be as un-intrusive as possible, I promise.

[stop_the_static]

Not a problem, Lisa.

No big deal; just a sleepover, I guess. James is my best friend, so he's kind of protective -- especially after what happened.

[rednurse]

I don't think you should have any problems, then. I could run it by the head nurse, too, she might be able to give permission. Since it's just an over night stay, I don't see it being a huge deal.

It's nice, that you have a friend like that. Protective, I mean.

[stop_the_static]

Thanks, Lisa.

I feel bad that I get into enough trouble that he feels he needs to be, though.

[occams_cop]

Brightening up, Harry?

[stop_the_static]

A bit, yeah. Things seem to be going better.

[occams_cop]

We were pretty close to busting Kaufmann. Sending him back to the United States for trial.

[stop_the_static]

...Were? You mean. It's...

He's still going when he wakes up, won't he?

[theycallhimboss]

Neither one of you seems to have any major relationship problems. I see no reason why we shouldn't let you share a room for the night.

[PRIVATE TO HARRY, UNHACKABLE]

The Pathetique.

Thought I'd just been interpreting it differently, as a damned violent piece.

You do realize they have security cameras set up in the various rooms, right?

[locked to John]

[stop_the_static]

Thanks. He's my best friend; we're... kind of used to spending a lot of time with each other.

You... I mean.

I didn't realize. They didn't have security cameras that long ago, I know that for a fact.

So you know what happened.

Are you... are you going to tell them?

[Locked to Harry]

[theycallhimboss]

No.

As a staff member, I can tell you that what you did was wrong. As your therapist, I can tell you that your actions - specifically, your actions - indicate a severe level of insanity. I can tell you as a light musician that the Pathetique is going to give me the fucking creeps from now on.

But that wouldn't matter. And you've eliminated the largest problem in our therapy.

I'm glad you got rid of the bastard. I'm pissed that we couldn't find a better way to do it, since if he speaks up at any point then you're dead.

I'm still pissed off at you, though, because from his actions it's obvious you haven't told anyone the complete truth yet. So from now on, I'm introducing a new little rule. Whenever I ask a question, I want a goddamn answer. Encode it if you need to, put it in a fucking ROT-13 cipher for all I care.

but.

no.

more.

fucking.

around.

[locked to John]

[stop_the_static]

I completely understand that I'm one of the least sane people in this damned place. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not fixable. I've been prepared to die, I've been prepared to hurt people before when people I cared about were hurt or going to be. Hell, ask around; I'm sure someone's got a record of the mock trial on Erol Euhart.

I'm tired of being afraid. Being a coward, hiding from everyone -- especially my friends, because they're literally all I have left. My only regret about what happened to Michael is that I don't regret it.

You can be as mad as you want. But obviously, I don't have a lot left to hide from you, so no more running around.

Cowards only have so far to run, anyway.