→ BECAUSE IT WARRANTS A POST

[wetfortono]

[ after not having returned to the Sunny all night, someone is sitting under a tree, swallowing the bite he's taken out of an apple with a bit of effort ]

I suppose this will not do...

[ ooc | follow-up to this thread. ]

Comments

[bornsnarky]

[ol' country doctor instincts pinged]

Oh, hey. You doing all right?

[wetfortono]

[almost smoothly lowers the apple from sight]

Excellent!

[bornsnarky]

[stands in front of you, wondering what you're holding]

Yeah? You don't look so hot, son. Something happen?

[wetfortono]

Well, yes, but I have little to complain about...

[bornsnarky]

[oh, that's it, tricorder's out, scanning]

You wanna tell me about it?

[wetfortono]

[ker-scanned! I AM NOT ALIVE RIGHT NOW]

... As an acquaintance, or as a doctor?

[bornsnarky]

[oh crap oh crap oh crap]

Both, preferably. Your vital signs aren't looking terribly... vital right now.

[Stefan. Shit, Stefan.]

[wetfortono]

... I'm sorry, Doctor. I was bitten by a vampire.

[bornsnarky]

Oh, HELL, son.

How do you feel?

[what the hell am I going to do now]

[wetfortono]

I'm fine physically!

[bornsnarky]

[here's where I turn the tricorder around and stab a finger at the heart monitor reading]

You're DEAD physically!

[wetfortono]

[wince]

...

[bornsnarky]

[sigh]

You're not okay with this. Surely. Tell me you're not okay with this.

[wetfortono]

... No, there are issues.