Issue #30

[mistconduct]

[Private to Barbara Gordon]

How do you take this shit, Barb? How the fuck do you keep going?


[Private to Infirmary Staff]

So what's the plan, Docs? I'm getting fucking bedsores. I want out.


[Private to Vesper]
Hey. Can we.

Look, pick up the phone. Just.

Can we talk?


[Later, public]

[He's still getting drugged every night, as much for his mental health as his physical. It's easier to get through the days when you're on a cocktail of anti-depressants.

This, however, has its disadvantages. Mainly that Chris is so exhausted that he sleeps through the night, unaware of his warden item beeping underneath the bed. The teddy bear - yes, his warden item is a slightly charred teddy - is recovered in the morning, still beeping, when Chris wakes up.

It's alarming, how he can go from sleepy and lackadaisical to fucking pissed in a single instant]


Who the FUCK killed Slevin?!

You assholes, I swear to FUCKING god, I will fucking come out of this bed and murder the shit out of you! Where the fuck is my inmate and who the fuck is responsible for this bullshit?! You think just because I'm in the infirmary doesn't mean I won't come there and murder you back, you utter shithead?!

Fuck. Someone get me a fucking wheelchair, or crutches, or whatever. Who saw him last?!

Jesus christ, you're a fucking pack of animals!


[After Slevin's been found]

Call off the search, his body turned up in the inmate showers.

Whoever did this; you're fucking dead. You hear me? You can't fucking run on a ship, dumbass. I'm coming for you.

Fuck everything.

Comments

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You're not fine, you're a cripple.

[mistconduct]

I'm a fucking pissed off warden who just let his inmate up and fucking die without even noticing!

And I have a wheelchair!

Or...will, once Cassel finishes making it.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

It's not your fault.

[mistconduct]

Let's just focus on finding him right now.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Okay. [But it's not, you stupid.]

[mistconduct]

Bond's saying everyone needs to pick a floor. You've got the best nose. You know where Cassel's room is at all?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Yes. Slevin's is nearby. I know.

[mistconduct]

Next door. Who's with you? If someone else did this shit, you shouldn't be running around by yourself. Slevin's kind of a badass and I don't want to meet the guy that killed him.

...Well, I do. Just. I'd like to have a gun first.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I've got Nymeria. She'd like to meet him, too.

[mistconduct]

Okay. Good. Tell Nymeria to chew the fucker's balls off.