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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]

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.

[ohcurses]

Alright. It's not like that anymore if you go to someone reputable, but if you don't want to.

[the_lost]

Whaddo ya mean it's not like that anymore? They still ask ya those questions, don't they? That shit about how you're fucked up 'cause of your past, like ya never even had a chance to be not fucked up?

[A pause.]

You ever gone?

[ohcurses]

Not always. Some do, but others would just encourage you to say what's on your mind. Some might even talk to you for a little while, diagnose you, and write you a prescription.

...A few times.

[the_lost]

What kinda prescription?

[Yeah, go figure it's the idea of getting a prescription that appeals to him.]

And they didn't, y'know... they didn't make ya say shit? If ya didn't want to?