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[dissonates]

Anyone who bothers to read this:

Does the clinic have painkillers? Also, is there a decent healer available? I can't handle another of the replica's goddamned meals but I can't get up to make my own.

[Private to Guy]

He's not just sulking in a corner somewhere, is he?

Comments

[cherub-gardios.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I'll cook for you. You just have to tell me when you're hungry.

[Private]

Of course he is. I can't even really talk to him...

[dissonates]

I don't want to be completely useless. You're already looking after my injuries.

[Private]

Tch. Send him to me, I'll knock some sense into him.

[cherub-gardios.livejournal.com]

Which, surprisingly, are on you. So I'm looking after you. That includes feeding you.

[Private]

You should probably work on breathing steadily first.

[dissonates]

...Hmph. At least my hands aren't so burned you have to spoon-feed me.

[Private]

I can breathe just fine. You're exaggerating the wounds.

[Private]

[cherub-gardios.livejournal.com]

You'd like it.

You have broken ribs, Asch.

[Private]

[dissonates]

I would not! It's humiliating!

... I've dealt with worse.

[Private]

[cherub-gardios.livejournal.com]

I don't care if you have or haven't. You have broken ribs, those make it hard to breathe. So deal with my mothering.

[Private]

[dissonates]

Go mother the replica. I don't need it.

[Private]

[cherub-gardios.livejournal.com]

I can't mother Luke when he's like this. Words can't penetrate a funk that deep.

[totamethewild.livejournal.com]

My father should have some..... I'll look around. And I-- I can heal now... so...

[dissonates]

That's useful. I'd suggest waiting until whatever is affecting everyone wears off. Don't put yourself in unnecessary danger.

[totamethewild.livejournal.com]

I--

[wise_maiden]

I'm a healer. What's the problem?

It's lucky that you found someone to cook for you.

[dissonates]

Two broken ribs, one cracked, and both hands seriously burned from an energy backlash.

Only if the food isn't toxic.

[wise_maiden]

Where are you located?

[dissonates]

House #5. You know of the map?

I wouldn't recommend coming while so many people are hostile.

[wise_maiden]

Yes, and I'll be there shortly.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I have some painkillers.... do you want them?

[dissonates]

Hn, so you can still talk.

Why do you think I asked for them?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I'll go get them.

[dissonates]

I thought you'd be sulking.

Fine, you know where to find me.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I'll be right there.

[dissonates]

Bring some water while you're at it.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch shut his journal and sat back in the bed, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing. There was a stabbing pain in his gut every time he inhaled, despite the fact that he'd told Guy he was fine, and painkillers were the only things he could rely on. He couldn't distract himself with action when he could hardly stay on his feet.

... Stupid replica.]