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[hatesthefood]

I just wanted to say thanks to everything that tried to help Euphie yesterday. I'm glad she has so many caring friends.

Chief? I think I need the next few days off, if that's alright? I'm a little tired.


Someone else I care about shot me. It's starting to become a regular thing, isn't it? Maybe I should take that as a hint.

... it's so weird. My chest still hurts, even though someone healed me. Still bugs me, too. I have no idea who it was and I really really don't like that. I think I'd rather have woken up in the hospital all tubed up. At least I'd be drugged enough not to think about what Euphie did... well, not a lot, anyway. Now, I have all the time in the world to dwell on it. Gee, thanks, oh mysterious benefactor.

... I wonder how she's doing this morning. I don't remember a lot from yesterday.

Comments

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Your friends got everything under control. I was just... there.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you were there.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

...I was worried you... well, death isn't exactly permanent here, but still...

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Still doesn't mean I wanna be dead again.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I don't want you dead either.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... you need to not be dead, too.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I don't know, rather nice sometimes, not needing to breathe. Swimming is much easier. [It's a weak attempt at a joke.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I bet.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

...I don't trust the deities, I won't make that deal, Ken. I'll just... deal with this as I can.