Minor fracture detected. Morphine administered.
(Slooooowly blacks out as he gets moar morphine, although the act of being helped up keeps him from going out fully.)
Y'got what... what y'asssssked for you—... sssssunnuva bish...
...i should... probably look now, yes...?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Jensen is munching cereal in the kitchen. They're Augmentachoos, which, by all accounts, have no right to exist outside of the particular iteration of Earth he is from. Jensen does not mind, since hey. Free cereal.
"It's not recreational if it's for research." - prior to consuming 10 grams each of five varieties of cocaine.(Inarticulate reply, something about social security, slooooowly goes limp in Luis' grasp.)
Hee, not tryin' to put you on the spot, but it helps to be honest about these things.
(Slowly nods, inhaling deeply and shuffling around to face the stairs, although he seems rather hesitant to leave Julie's presence.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019"Hmm, I'm more of a BLT man myself." He listens to her telling him of her upcoming steeplechase. "You don't look like a jockey, though I suppose you do have the height for it. Where would this event take place?"
"It's not recreational if it's for research." - prior to consuming 10 grams each of five varieties of cocaine.

...You're so sure about that? Your own body language is telling me otherwise.
(>:3!)
…
…
...if... if he's dead...
(Huffs.)
(The elbow drop jars him from the wall and sends him back down.)
Rrrrghhhh...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019