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

[mistconduct]

Seriously. It's going to be the first thing he'll tell us when he gets revived.

[myresponsibility]

Exactly. We'll get him.

[mistconduct]

That's all I want. For people to be fucking safe around here for like five fucking minutes.

[myresponsibility]

I mean, we usually manage five minutes, but like, beyond that, all bets are kind of off.

[mistconduct]

Fuck it. I should go look after him.

[myresponsibility]

Are they letting you out of bed yet?

[mistconduct]

Dude, I don't care what anyone's letting me do. I call the shots.

[myresponsibility]

Fine, but I reserve the right to kick your ass if you wind up bleeding to death in a hallway because you messed up your stitches or whatever.

[mistconduct]

Shut up, Pete, I'm fine! I'm not messing up my stitches, fuck that.

[myresponsibility]

Good, because I really don't want to have to punch you.

[mistconduct]

You're an asshole.

[myresponsibility]

So, what does that make you?

[mistconduct]

Not an asshole. Duh.

[myresponsibility]

Have you seen The Princess Bride?

[mistconduct]

Of course I've seen The Princess Bride.

[myresponsibility]

I was just thinking there was a quote from that I should probably be throwing at you.

[mistconduct]

Oh, shut up.

[myresponsibility]

Okay.

[And he sobers up a lot, even if it maybe sounded like he was close to laughing just then.] I'm serious, though. You need anything, let me know. [This isn't even about what happened to Chris - he's maybe felt a little awkward and scared and frustrated about what's going on with that, but he knows it's gotta suck to have people treating you like you're a completely different person after something like that.] ... I know how much it sucks to have something like this happen to, you know. Someone you feel responsible for.

[mistconduct]

I am responsible for Slevin.

[myresponsibility]

Yeah, but you can't like, control everything he does.

[mistconduct]

I can sure as shit prevent him from getting murdered.

[myresponsibility]

Dude, do you know how many times James did something stupid and I couldn't do anything to get him to stop? Or only found out it had happened after I couldn't do anything to help?

[mistconduct]

...Yeah, but I mean.



Okay, point.

[myresponsibility]

I know it sucks, but you can't beat yourself up about everything, you know? You'll do a good job.

[mistconduct]

Doing a pretty shit job of it now. How's he supposed to trust me if I get him killed?