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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.

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[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

You're the one she...?

Are you okay?

Not here.

[deadly_legacy]

[She saw the network post from Ken and hovered over it for a moment before seeing what was there. Her throat felt tight and thick as she took it in. He...he doesn't sound too hurt or mad at her. But...

She shot him.

He trusted her and she shot him.

Even if she never wanted to. Even though it was the last thing she wanted, she still picked up his gun and used it on him.

He's told her about his past. She knows he's been betrayed by the people closest to him. And now... And now she's just another one of those people, isn't she? It hurts.

Ken...

But she can't find the voice to offer him her regrets. She pushes the device away and turns back into her pillow. She wants to be stronger for him, but right now she feels very weak.]

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

[He's having the same dilemma, about the pain thing, but he's used to it to even pay attention. He's just worried for both you and Euphie.]

Ken-san...?

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[wishsrequiem.livejournal.com]

So what are you going to do now?

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Do you need anything?

[cuffmeonce.livejournal.com]

Are you alright, Ken?

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Jesus Christ on a stick. I get trapped under the friggin' cemetery and the City goes to Hell. [This is Dean being worried about Ken]

When I get out of here, you're buying me a beer. [Because yes, it's Ken's fault he got shot.]

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

[She's probably been checking on him hourly before he regained consciousness, then returned to brooding angrily about how unfair The City is.]

A few days off sound like a good idea. Glad to see you awake.