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HOSPITAL ZONE
what's going on while you're here?
is your character sick
are they are a nurse?
maybe they making out somewhere with the doctor!!
or perhaps its a dramatic death scene in one of the rooms
get creative!

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[ he is security. and people are always willing to turn a blind eye to anyone dressed like a doctor in a hospital!! ]

If you're asking to see my qualifications, I left them in the office.

[ SOB. paging doctor creepyfuck!!! ]

Ahah. Perhaps you could just recite them to me.

[ where the hell is the panic button on this thing???]

[ come on, at least he's not shuu!! ]

We're here to talk about you, not me.

[ GOOD POINT. no fried chicken, thanks. ]

In that case, I did send in a request for a discharge.

[ flips through a stack of papers in his hands ~~not actually reading any of them.~~ ]

That won't do at all.

[ suspicious glare. he wants to see them! he tries to see if he can catch any words, but mukuro is a bit too far away for that. ]

What's that suppose to mean?

Two weeks of bed rest.

[ SCRIBBLES SOMETHING DOWN ON ONE OF THE PIECES OF PAPER. ]

For, ah-- [ scritch scritch scritch. ] -mental exhaustion and a crippling case of overwork.

[ you might as well have told him he was terminal. ]

Two weeks? A-are you insane?
I don't have that sort of time, th-that I can waste it here -- !

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

[ TWO WEEKS OF STRICT BED REST- the plan is to drive shouichi insane with lack of work. it's pretty cunning, if he may say so himself. ]

This is ridiculous, there's nothing wrong with me -- !

[ he sits up, as if he considered leaping from the bed and running down the hall. if he could somehow evade dr. creepyface. ]

Keep in mind that as a doctor, your health is in my best interests.

[ definitely not, especially in his state, and not even on a good day. ]

[ come to think of it, he was kinda dizzy. maybe he'd just sit back for a moment or two and rethink his daring escape. ]

So what do you suppose I do, then? Take up valuable bed space for that long of a duration? [ his mind was already racing trying to contemplate what he could possibly do in one spot for that long. ]

[ not to mention that he's taking mukuro seriously, which is a true sign of illness. ]

A patient is a patient. [ play checkers with himself, maybe. ]

[ this is true. mukuro is so mysterious he never knows exactly what he ought to believe. though his first instinct is usually none of it, he has this wonderful habit of second-guessing himself... ]

Now I really doubt you're a doctor. [ a paranoid glance around the room. he honestly doesn't know how he got here? ] I can't stay here for another day, much less two weeks.

[ doesn't shouichi know the golden rule? always trust your first guess, and follow your instinct. maybe he's broken. ]

Why not? It's for your own good. [ a pause. ] Or perhaps the exorbitant medical fees are what's weighing on your mind.

[ if so, then he's always been. moreso right now, however. ]

I don't think anyone seems to understand that allowing my work to accumulate is the very opposite of what is good for me. [ pause. he side-eyes mukuro. ] also yes.

[ since when has mukuro ever cared about his well being? this was a traaaaaap ]

So I'll just be on my way, then... !

Edited 2012-03-04 10:19 (UTC)

[ yes, shouichi, why don't you just leave in that flimsy hospital gown and slippers? be his guest!! ]

Well, if you insist. [ he's not stopping him... ] Do remember to settle your bill at the front desk.

[ one last thing!! ] However, if you ask me, only a poor employer would neglect to provide basic health insurance, especially in such turbulent times.

[ scoffing indignantly, he proceeds to get up & at 'em. though he's still got a touch of vertigo, and grasps stupidly at the bed rail when mukuro hits him with a piece of very vital knowledge. ]

Wh-what... did you say. [ BYAKURAN YOU MOTHERFUCKER. ]

[ it's like hitting a home run and walking casually to the last base. sweet, sweet victory. ]

Did I stutter?

[ his eyes begin darting around the room suddenly he felt even more uncomfortable than before, a lump forming at the bottom of his throat. EVERY SECOND HE SPENT IN THIS PLACE HE WAS BEING THROWN FURTHER INTO DEBT. ]

There's obviously been a mistake! J-Just let me call my superior and I'll- [ takes a step forward, falls on face. ]

[ casually nudges shouichi's spine with one foot. ]

Relax, Irie Shouichi. [ shrugging out of his jacket, tossing the fake glasses aside!! ] Your regular physician is currently incapacitated. I suggest you take the opportunity to leave.

[ he groans, more annoyed than anything and slowly pulls himself back up to his feet with hands back on the railing. just how long had he been here? ]

Aah... I-is this some sort of trick, too? [ not like he'd fess up to it or anything. ]

[ long enough!! ]

Would I lie to you? [ yes. ]

[ APPARENTLY. ]

It wouldn't be the first time. [ c'mon, legs! let's go. wobbling, he starts looking for where his clothes might be stored. running out this get-up would be obvious -- ah, jackpot. ]

Just what are you doing here, anyway...? Aside from playing doctor?

Visiting an ill acquaintance.

[ re: shouichi. honestly, he dislikes hospitals!! but there are always the most interesting people- people who are sometimes desperate to survive, and those who are merely hanging on. ]

Don't you think hospitals have a certain je ne sais quoi about them?