Chris D'Amico (
mistconduct) wrote2013-10-08 09:18 am
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Issue #30
[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.
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.
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Look, once we nab this inmate-carving jerk -- why don't you come stay with me for a while? Place is empty without Eddie around, and Angus will keep you company. You can get used to the wheelchair and we can work on your leg design together.
You can get out of the infirmary, get some change of scenery.
[ And I can keep you safe. ]
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If they'll let me out of here. I keep fucking telling them and they won't.
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I'll talk to Bruce. We'll get you out, and get you mobile.
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Good. Awesome. Because fuck if I'm sticking around like a goddamn invalid.
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You're not. You'll be back on top of things before you know it. Promise.
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Yeah. You're right.
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In the mean time, ask for Slevin to be raised, and get some rest, and as soon as Slevin's out of the infirmary I'll spring you and bring you to my room, okay?
[ Because he won't ask to move Chris before Slevin's ready to go. He knows Chris well enough that the boy won't want his inmate out of his sight after a death. Especially one so gruesome. ]
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Sure. Yeah. I don't know when that'll be, though. He's going to be out for like a fucking week and there's no telling what it did to his mind.
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[ But neither were calculated torture-deaths. He has no idea how that'll be. ]
He's-- he'll have to deal the way we all do. If worse comes to worse, he'll -- need to talk to Mark or Charles.
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Nobody at all? Man. That's got o be rough. I at least had Minion.
[ And he's eternally grateful for that. ]
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Something I wish Sleeping Beauty over there would get. [ He glances over at Edward, before he looks back to Chris. ]
Anyway-- he might have friends. Or-- associates, at least.
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Hey, Eddie; wake up. We're talking about you.
[Chris waits, but doesn't look too hopeful]
Whatever. Maybe I'll spy on his communicator or something.
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Kay and I weren't -- close, but I knew I could trust him or talk to him or... anything.
I know, big shoes to fill, right?
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....or kicked from the nest. I got him a job.
Don't know if that'd help with Slevin... being made to make connections.
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