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[pinkeffinprofessional]

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.]

Comments

[whitetwoguns]

Why would your blood have AIDs?

[This is maybe Pink's only chance at a benefit of a doubt.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Not my blood! My new blood.

I didn't bleed nearly as much as Mr. Orange.

[whitetwoguns]

There's no fucking way doctors would put any old blood in you.

[Ears are still fucking open. That fucking weasel.]

He bled a lot. That's not something that you just forget.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

It was like a river of fucking blood. More blood than Orange.

[whitetwoguns]

Jesus Christ. I remember.

[Why is he talking about AIDs though? Larry's having a hard time being patient and caring.]

Ain't it great to know it won't be the same for you?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Nah. I'm all right. Morphine.