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Fuck!

[The sound of whimpering, he's not crying, or screaming, damn it, he's just fallen in the middle of the street. All he wanted was a coffee.]

I'm dying.

I'm fucking dying.

[And still trying to crawl to the hospital.]

[ooc: victim of a certain rat's gutshot. Thanks Freddy.]

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How should I fucking know? Until they kick me out I guess. Or if this closes up by midnight.

You got any room mates?

[aka. witnesses in case Pink tries to maim him.]

Some kid. Don't know his deal.

Hey kid!

[There's muttering]

Yeah something about cuts or shit, I don't know.

Okay. I'll come by and check you out.

[Don't Orange and White owe him one or something anyway 8(]

[When he gets there Pink is hooked up to the morphine drip, stitches on his stomach. He actually smiles when he sees Freddy]

Heeeeey Mr. Orange.

[One wonders where those stitches go after midnight.]

Hi...

[Gonna keep his distance for now even if Pink sounds high as fuck.]

Thanks for coming.

Fuck I miss Bones. He would be screaming at someone already to get me a better pillow.

You can't have perks all the time. It's a hospital not some rehab clinic in Malibu.

I wouldn't go to the fucking Mayo Clinic they cost a fucking fortune-

Hey, come here. Closer.

[He raises a hand to wave him closer. Closer.]

.....

[Skeptical.]

Okay.

[Slowly moving closer. Closer.]

[Pink reaches but can't touch him. Oh well. You ready, Freddy?

Are you ready?]

I'm sad you're a fucking rat.

[Um. Look at this bewilderment on his big nosed freckled face.]

...Why's that?

[What a dumb question to ask but he's asking anyway because Pink's on drugs.]

Because I like you you're my friend.

But you're a fucking rat.

[SAD FACE]

[WHAT KIND OF DRUGS ARE YOU ON HOLY SHIT MAYBE PINK LOST WAAAAY TOO MUCH BLOOD.]

I had a job and it wasn't getting everybody killed.

Why did you have to do that, huh?

I don't care that you're a fag you can suck as much dick as you want but why did you have to be a cop?

[SADDEST FACE]

Could you stop being a cop? Then you and I could hang out again.

[He is really really high.]

[Thanks, Pink. He'll gargle all the cum he wants with or without your permission!!]

Dude. I carried you in my pocket.

See? See? That was a real upstanding thing. A thing a brother would do.

Brothers don't let brothers fuck ugly women or sit in the mud with the pigs.

[..........]

I sure as hell never made you do that.

[SO hesitant to call Pink a brother.]

No, me!

I can't let you sit in that pig sty with the other pigs and the pig that dresses like Captain America.

[Wait a second!!]

I don't fuck ugly women!

Okay you fuck ugly assholes who kick guys in the ribs for no good reason.

Man you're doped up and you're blind as a fucking bat.

[So glad that diversion worked.]

His face looks like someone took a truck to it, backed up, and took a truck to it again.

..........

[SIGH.]

So are they gonna keep you overnight?

Yeah doped up on this stuff.

It's like magic.

It makes all the shit go away.