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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 4:27 am
Crosshaven General Hospital
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 4:36 am
He is rushed into the ER, as people tend to the stab wound.
On the menu for Daniel, we have a punctured lung, a devistated kidney, and a lot of blood loss...but the wound has been supernaturally tended to, and that is how he has managed to survive thus far.
He is prep'd for surgery, and taken behind closed doors. The doctor covers his mouth with a mask and tells him to count to ten. By "two" he is unconscious.
They work for long hours, all night, to save the man who serves the town its good times.
And by the morning, he is wheeled into recovery. They watch him, confident in their work, but still not committing to a progrnosis.
When his eyes open, the first thing he sees is an IV bag dripping fluid into his arm. He watches it in silence, alone and swimming under the effects of morphine.
His only thought: This is good s**t. We should serve this s**t at the bar.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:01 pm
He has done nothing for the last night but blink his eyes and watch the blurry shapes, trying to figure out what they might be. The green blobs are doctors, the white blobs are nurses, and the red blobs are his bandages...he thinks.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:17 pm
Myles enters the room. "Daniel? You awake?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:22 pm
He raises his head towards the door. He's a mess of bandages, tubes, and wires. His voice is slurred a bit from the pain meds. "Hey, Myles, is that you? Did you bring me whiskey?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:25 pm
"I did, but trust me, whiskey and morphine do NOT mix. Tell you what, I'll leave it in the closet there under your clothes, and when you're clear enough to find it then go for it."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:33 pm
"You and the nurses, they all say the same thing. I've heard it several times. Whiskey and Morphine don't mix...." He stares off, and becomes very serious. "Everyone all right?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:43 pm
"Colon and Rose spent the night at the Tavern. Apparently they're expecting this guy to come back. As soon as I'm done checking up on you here I'm going to go back and stay with them. As long as I'm there the guy can't sneak up on us, and when he does show up I'm going to shove a lightning bolt up his butt. If I can't knock him out, I'll fry him."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:51 pm
"Aubrey, he's the bloody devil. You watch your a**, Myles. He can crawl and hide like a spider, and he can talk to them too. And he's not insane, just driven. He won't do anythng stupid. He's ******** brutal."
He winces a bit, and then pushes the button on the morphine.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:01 pm
"Like I said to Rose, unless the guy knows how to shut down his nervous system I'll know he's coming, and where he hides."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:07 pm
"That's comforting."
His eyes wander in his head. "I'm sorry, Myles."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:10 pm
"Don't apologize. I should have been there last night, I'm the one who's sorry."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:14 pm
"No worries, mate. Hey, can you do me a favor? Could you make sure Colon doesn't blame himself for what happened? Make sure he knows it ain't his fault. The b*****d sweet-talked him into leading him right to me, and he felt like s**t. I'm pretty sure he still feels like s**t."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:17 pm
"Will do, man. I should head back now. You get some rest and take it easy. If you pop your stitches it'll be that much longer before you tend bar again."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:22 pm
"That's good advice, and I'll do my best to take it. Take care, Myles." He closes his eyes once his company is gone, hits the morphine button a few more times, and drifts off.
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