TEN.

[failhound]

• VOICE •

[there's silence for a few moments, and then a low growl that filters into the words that follow]

How hard is it supposed to be to find a doctor in a damn hospital? Huh?!

[another silence]

I wanna talk to one. Right now.

[click.]

[OOC: Kicked it on the 14th (please note that it was an offscreen death and thus probably not explicitly known to anyone, though you may or may not have noticed his extended absence), recently revived, stalking the hospital like a thundercloud. Feel free to poke him, but he'll probably be even more snappish than usual, whoops.

Any interested doctors please ping here!]

Comments

[voice]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[trudat]

... I'll find one eventually! They can't all be gone. [probably -- really he's a little paranoid about this now]

[voice]

[evaluative.livejournal.com]

If you continue to have trouble...I may be of assistance.

[ don't worry, it's not out of generosity. ]

[voice]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[he probably has some inkling of that! -- he is not that dumb luckily]

... Hmph. I remember. D'you not find enough guinea pigs or something?? You already got yours out.

[but he's not as adamant about it either]

[voice]

[evaluative.livejournal.com]

[ that is a good thing. ]

I did remove my own; however, being able to study the effects of removal are best done with a subject other than oneself. That, and what will happen to you should be somehow different.