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[trenchknives]

[Jimmy is heading towards the hospital, limping more heavily than usual, face pale and drawn, as though he's seen a ghost. And given what's been going on lately, he certainly has. He's taken out his phone to post a short message, and he sounds out of breath.]

If anyone knows... what the hell's going on, what the fuck is... just... I wanna know. I wanna know how this is possible.

[Another few ragged breaths, and the hospital is in view.]

I'm... going to the hospital. I think I'm sick. I dunno.

[Pushing open the door to the hospital, he immediately looks around, calling out.]

I need a doctor!

[[OOC: Feel free to run into Jimmy in the hospital or on the way, or over the network. He isn't actually sick, he just has no idea how to deal with the emotions that this curse is stirring up.]]

Comments

[trenchknives]

Well, you don't gotta fuckin' do it again, if you don't wanna. Wouldn't wanna inconvenience you.

[vicodincrutch]

This inconvenience is called a job.

You're inconveniencing yourself but I already told you that. I think you have the idea now.

[trenchknives]

Then why the fuck would you complain about takin' time outta your day to help me if you're gettin' paid for it?

[A sigh.]

Yeah. I got the idea.

[vicodincrutch]

Because I don't like getting paid to do something that should have been done right the first time.

[And he's still sort of, kind of, absolutely blaming Jimmy.]

Good.

[trenchknives]

Okay, so next time I won't fuck it up.

[Not that there will be a next time for that specific thing, but... he's trying?]

Thanks.