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Post by amanika on Nov 13, 2010 20:43:26 GMT -8
Tardan nodded, "True, it ain't the end of the world, it just ain't ideal."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 20:44:14 GMT -8
"Are injuries ever?"
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Post by amanika on Nov 13, 2010 20:52:45 GMT -8
"No, but moreso when y'need to be physically in good shape t'work." Taradan sighed, "Are you done? I'm dyin' for a smoke."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 20:56:15 GMT -8
The Russian nodded. "Yes, go ahead."
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Post by amanika on Nov 13, 2010 21:03:20 GMT -8
"Thanks Doc," Taradan retrived his jacked, clumsily fishing out a squashed packet of cigarettes and a box of matches. With some difficulty he lit up and took a long drag, the nicotine hit doing more for his pain and discomfort than the anestetic had.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 21:09:59 GMT -8
"Well, now that you're dealt with, I'll be on my way. Good evening. Take it easy I don't want to have to re-stitch that wound." He slipped out of the room.
((exit doc))
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Post by amanika on Nov 13, 2010 21:28:41 GMT -8
"Night Doc, thanks f'patchin' me up." Taradan nodded his goodbye to the doctor, his attention more on his smoke. He didn't move until he'd inhaled all there was from the cigarette and stubbed it out. Looking around the room, he wondered if anyone would care if he stayed there for the night, it was pouring with rain outside and he was a long walk from his own apartment. Shrugging, he decided it wouldn't matter for one night. He still felt a little woozy from the wound now the anestetic was starting to wear off anyway. Twenty minutes later he was asleep.
[Thread End]
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