-They head down the hall and into an examination room at the end and close the door-
-The window in the door is mostly covered by a poster about healthy bones, but there's a tiny gap that would allow for observation without being seen oneself-
-There don't seem to be any other scheduled appointments. I guess no one else seems to get sick-
It's okay...
...Are you upset at us?
edited 4th Dec '13 8:36:13 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Pokes around to see if the article from before is still up-
-Normally, with such incessant knocking Mr. Vantas would answer the door-
-Shouts downstairs- IF IT'S THE DOOR-TO-DOOR SALESMAN AGAIN I SWEAR TO ALL THAT COULD CONCEIVABLY BE LEFT HOLY IN THIS WORLD THAT I WILL RIP YOUR INTESTINES OUT AND USE IT AS A JUMP ROPE!!!
edited 4th Dec '13 8:36:35 PM by Rivux
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanWhy would I be?
-Is making hot chocolate-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Never mind.
-Sniffs- Smells good.
-It is-
-And so is the same article from last year, and the year before that... and also the same article for next week and the week after?-
-He goes through the standard reflex/breathing/blood pressure whatever shit, with Cloud growing more and more apprehensive with the completion of each test-
-Eventually, he opens a cupboard and removes a large syringe and a bottle of some sort, and draws all the liquid, revealed to be a dark yellow, into it-
-Swallows-
-Jabs it into the back of his neck without even disinfecting the area first and pushes the plunger-
-Clenches his fists in pain, then blinks drowsily a few times-
-A few moments later, he falls asleep, and the doctor sets about strapping him to the table-
-Which turns out to be a wise move, as a few moments later, he begins seizing-
-Just sits there and watches him thrash for a while-
-Eventually it stops, and Dr. Hobo sits there and waits for him to wake up-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

Again, I'm sorry about yesterday. Everyone's on edge right now, but that doesn't excuse us going for each other's throats.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?