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Post by Jamys Durand on Mar 1, 2011 0:21:54 GMT -8
Blame him...Jamys breathed heavily through a large tube siphoned into his throat, its plastic reticle not the most pleasant thing in the world seeing as he was turned into a "deep-throater" against his will at the hands of someone who was most probably meant to be a lighthouse for the school's students. That was about the long and short of it as the hospital light began to ring into his vision his brain turning cogs and recalling just about all that happened. One punch to the chest pretty big blast of pain and them. Bam.
Yeah.
Looking down Jamys quickly figured he should be freaking as he'd seen the scene that was him just a few hours ago, pooled in his own blood splattering all over his chest as he coughed up what felt to be liters of the shit. He reeked of death only a while ago now feeling to cold stench of pure cleansing alcohol in his system and now the clean stench of the hospital stinging his nostrils.
But surprisingly enough he felt no pain, no fear at all. Aside from of course the fear of not feeling anything aside from the scratching in his throat being subtle even at best. The small boy would usher upwards his right hand and wave it in front of his features for but a moment twinkling the digits and finding their response hilarious to him yet unable to laugh with the tube in his throat.
"Sorry about all that... we had to give you a double dosage of morphine, you wouldn't stop screaming."
Screaming? Jamys would think. He didn't remember that part, all he recalled was the immense initial pain and then everything just sort of falling to pieces and himself blacking out. He couldn't even go so far as paying attention to the pretty nurse in the pink scrubs if she was even there, his system was so jacked up on drugs that he couldn't tell quite what was real.
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Post by malachi on Mar 29, 2011 20:01:22 GMT -8
Malachi needed more shit. Syrienges and cloth to make a tourniquet and what better place to get it than the hospital. It would probably be a mission though. It was okay cause Malachi was used to it. He walked through the main moving doors and wow. THere was everybody and their uncle at the hospital today. Malachi was happy cause when the hospital is frantic nobody really watches him. He started down the hall looking in each room pretending to look fro someone. He noticed that in each room there were two beds. In on room he found what he was looking for, patients clothing. He ran in the room stripped down and put on his disguise but leaving the taped bag to his front. Once again he came prepared. He left the room and continued walking. The doctors and nurses on shift today didn't give him a second look. They looked at him then continued running to where they needed to go.
ive minutes of walking Malachi found the door he needed, supply room. Usually when hospitals where this busy they left the door unlocked. Sure enough when Malachi tried it was. He flipped on the lights and began searching. He found the syrienges and cloth really quick. He quickly started putting it in the bag on his chest when he saw a box labeled ADRENALINE. He took the syrienges and cloth out and grabbed as many adrenaline needles as he could. He turned off the lights and quickly moved back down the hall. He was five doors down when he was stopped by a doctor.
Hold it kiddo. What room are you supposed to be in.
Malachi looked in his peripherial really quick.
I'm actually in this room doctor. 113. The doctor looked at the room and pushed Malachi inside.
Well the hospital is making every patient go to their rooms cause someone is missing. Get on in there.
Shit. Malachi didn't have time to wait. He had stolen property on him. He waltzed on into the room to see some kid all messed up on the other bed. HE had a tube down his throat and everything. Malachi jumped up onto his bed and looked at the nurse who was caring for him. Damn she was fine.
So what happened to this guy miss?
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Post by Jamys Durand on Apr 5, 2011 17:44:23 GMT -8
Jamys wasn't necessarily conscious at the current moment, he was dribbling over himself in a congealed drooling sense his eyes bigger than they normally would have been staring in the frame in which you'd suspect a person to be dying of laughter. Yeah just like that, all the while with the tube in his throat, drool foaming down his lower lip, questionably hot nurse at his bed side, and an intruder entering the room, life seemed to be getting a little strange.
So what happened to this guy miss?
"Some fight at the school, somebody said it was the School Advisor but what teacher would be this irresponsible is beyond me."
A cough of sorts slightly distorted through the breathing apparatus as Jamys seemed to be laughing at his own expense at her mentioning of the advisor. His name now.. Mr. Pew Pew as that one hit had seemed to knock him beyond any doubt of consciousness, hell it'd knocked him into his very own grave of sorts.
Oh look a unicorn.....fuck....
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