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[Justin wakes up in a place that is definitely not his room. This, however, is a thing that he notices only after the initial wave of agonizing pain subsides. Looking at the video feed, a careful observer will notice that this doesn't look like Justin. There's something different about the face, the hair...]

What...

[He's in the Welcome Center in one of the guest beds. Therefore, it shouldn't be much of a surprise that Penny's voice can be heard in the background.]

Jimmy? Do you need more medicine?

I don't-- [Oh. Oh. Realization dawns--and is immediately derailed by pain. What the hell did Jimmy do?] Yes. Please.

Just give me a minute, okay?

Thanks.

[He notices the device's recording light. With a sigh that becomes a groan as moving proves to be a bad idea, Justin grabs the device. Before turning it off--]

Jimmy. I have something that belongs to you.


[ooc: Most pointless bodyswap of all time! Jimmy and Justin have swapped, Jimmy was clever enough to let House do a painful surgical procedure, and purple is Penny. Replies will come from ohcurses 

TRIGGER WARNING for the thread involving Carla.]

Comments

[the_lost]

Yeah, I had surgery to fix it, like a responsible fuckin' human bein'.

[A pause.]

I'm not gonna mess up your body, but I might give ya a haircut.

[ohcurses]

Your surgeon must have hated you.

[Have a pause right back. A pause of horror.]

Don't.

[the_lost]

My surgeon knew what the fuck he was doin'.

[It was Jimmy that messed things up. He'll just never admit it.]

Y'can't stop me. Y'can't walk, remember?

[ohcurses]

If your surgeon was a butcher, I'd agree.

[Oh, fuck you, Jimmy.]

You wouldn't.

[the_lost]

My surgeon was Dr. House and he's a fuckin' good doctor, okay? He's from the fuckin' future.

[Good rationale there.]

Try me.

[ohcurses]

There are still incompetent doctors.

[...]

Please, just... limit the damage.

[the_lost]

Okay, yeah, I'll limit the damage if you make sure 'n take the damn medicine for the leg.

[ohcurses]

You do realize that vicodin won't heal you, don't you? It only eases the pain.

[the_lost]

Is easin' the pain supposed to be a bad thing now? The thing hurts like hell, as y'might've noticed.

[ohcurses]

Pain is useful... it's a survival mechanism that tells you when to stop doing something. Get rid of it and the chances of re-injury skyrocket.

[Justin is a nerd and recovering masochist. He knows stuff like this.]

[the_lost]

Ya ever been in a fuckin' warzone, kid? Ya ever gotten nearly fuckin' blown up? Ya ever been stabbed? Ya don't get a choice to stop doin' somethin'. Ya gotta keep goin'. So yeah, I'd like to get rid of pain, so I can fuckin' survive, if it's all the same to you.

[ohcurses]

[Well, there was that time he was shot by the police...]

You're not in a war zone. The biggest hazard to you here is yourself.

[the_lost]

Ya don't ever really leave a warzone, y'know? So don't fuck with my body, okay, and I won't fuck with yours, and we'll be back to normal soon.

[A pause.]

I hope.

[ohcurses]

I won't.

Don't worry. I've never known this curse to last more than two days.

[the_lost]

Then let's just hope we're not the exceptions, okay? 'cause if I gotta be stuck like this forever, I'm gonna shoot myself.

[ohcurses]

Save the shooting until tomorrow.

[the_lost]

Tomorrow doesn't count as 'forever'. If I'm still like this in three weeks, well...

[ohcurses]

If this lasts for three weeks, I'll be blowing my brains out, too.

[the_lost]

Guess I can't be mad about that, considerin'.

[ohcurses]

I'm sorry about your leg. And you're right; I don't know anything about war.

[the_lost]

Well.

[He has no idea what to say to that.]

Are ya just sayin' that to fuck with me?

[ohcurses]

What? No.

[Can't a guy feel some sympathy for someone who might be even more fucked up than he is?]

I don't--I can't imagine being in a war. Whatever facts I have about pain... facts don't help in that situation. Or any situation.

[the_lost]

Okay, that's... yeah. You're right. I couldn't imagine it 'til I got there, either, as much as I thought I knew what I was gettin' into. And then ya can't ever stop thinkin' about it.

[ohcurses]

Have you considered seeking psychiatric help? It's common, when I'm from. Now.

[the_lost]

No.

[Even he's startled at how vehement his voice sounds.]

The hospital... they were gonna run tests on me. Ask me all these invasive questions, questions about relationships, about my family. I don't need that kinda fuckin' thing.