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[ex_wells219]

So. Hi from Babylon hospital.

Status update: I'm at that point where I'm not well enough to go home, but they've toned down my medication, mostly it's just antibiotics, and basically everything's really boring. I figured I'd say hi, I kind of uh avoided these for a while after. You know. I still don't really want to talk about stuff, I told the police a lot of things but it's still... I'm still pretty shaky.

But I got Jonathan (who has been pretty much the most amazing friend ever, wow) to bring my laptop and, yeah. I guess I'm contactable again. I hope I didn't miss um, a lot of important stuff, people keep me up-to-date about some stuff and my doctor kind of rants a lot but I didn't realise how out-of-the-loop I'd feel without internet until now. Even if I really can only type with one hand.

Thanks to everyone who came and saw me, even if I wasn't exactly the most amazing person to be in a room with or was you know, asleep.

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[ex_wells219]

Oh mannn. Hi, Dr. Cox.

[giantego]

Howdy, princesscakes. Stay up all night on this thing and-slash-or chattering to your freakishly omnipresent comrades, and I will personally make physical therapy tomorrow even more of a living hell than it already is. Oh, I'm sorry, was that already beginning to sound like a rant? Let me be succinct: GET SOME DAMN REST. Does my job never end? No, oh no, it truly does not. And now I know that. Thank Jehovah for you.

[ex_wells219]

I don't mind your ranting! But I'll be good.

[giantego]

I'll see to it that you do. And oh, don't encourage me, flower child. They'll only get longer and more laborious if you do. But the little man with the gargantuan head that sits on my shoulder thanks you. Have you met him? I like to call him my ego. You reeeeeeeally do NOT want to stroke him so much — for one thing, it's sick and disturbing and wrong, which seems to be commonplace in this world as is, and for another, it only eggs him on. Speaking of eggs, would you tell your mother hens that there's such a thing as doctor-patient confidentiality? In fact, it's kiiiiiind of one of the cornerstones of medicine? I can yell in their ears all I want, but they seem to only respond to your dulcet falsetto, so tell them to GET OUT before I set foot in the hospital tomorrow. Xoxo, your bff4ever, Coxsie.

[ex_wells219]

It's only like, two parts encouragement, one part actually being interested, maybe a very small amount of amusement and um, you really think I'm gonna throw Jonathan out? I've told you, it's not happening.

[giantego]

OH GOOD GOD I CARE SO MUCH. You're my patient, you play by my rules. Suck it up, Elle.

[ex_wells219]

Okay, you throw him out then.

[giantego]

Just call me Trunchbull.

[ex_wells219]

Except Jonathan doesn't have pigtails, and, and I can't move stuff with my brain.

[giantego]

Did I not tell you? It must have slipped my little pea brain! That's what we're testing for tomorrow. Your fancy new eyepatch has bestowed many gifts upon you. It's very possible that you can fly. We're not sure how, but don't you EVER question medicine. This far into the future, it's more like magic.

[ex_wells219]

A magical eyepatch would actually be really cool. But you know I kind of don't question the medicine, Dr Trunchbull.

[giantego]

Let's keep it that way, and maybe if you're a very very lucky boy, one day Miss Honey will come to whisk you away to her cottage in the woods or whatever fanciful crap that was.