[IC CONTACT]

[synonymouswithdookie]

You've reached Ray's phone. Good for you. Clearly I haven't answered said phone, so you're just going to have to leave a message. Suck it up, princess.

Comments

[synonymouswithdookie]

are you sure hes coming or did your drunken brain just imagine that

don't question it

[Audio]

[dead_black_eyes]

[He sounds really hoarse.]

Hey, it's L... I'm really sorry but I can't. I mean, I can't come in today, it's going to have to...

I'll pick up a shift during the weekend to make up for it.

[Audio]

[synonymouswithdookie]

Don't worry about it, I'm sure I can find someone to cover it.

Somethin' wrong?

[Audio]

[dead_black_eyes]

I just can't leave my room today. It's not going to happen. I've had a lot of pulses lately and I've got to sort through some things. More than usual.

Thanks.

[Audio]

[synonymouswithdookie]

Ahhh right, I hear you. If you need anything else, let me know.

text; late night after SNAK

[detectivetroll]

are you at the hospitsl or clinic

if you cant answer i'm on my way tofind you, hospital first

Re: text; late night after SNAK

[synonymouswithdookie]

fukc

hopstl

[detectivetroll]

have they seen the antennas

[synonymouswithdookie]

WAHT THE HELL D U THINK

[detectivetroll]

shit

Okay calm down I'm on my way. I'll take care of it

[synonymouswithdookie]

whers yuji

wheres yuji is he ok

[detectivetroll]

he's fine. uninujred, anyway.

he's at my apartment. ...it's complicated i'll explain when i get there.

[synonymouswithdookie]

WAIT IS HE STILL A DOG HE'S A DOG ISN'T HE

[detectivetroll]

Yes he is a robot werewolf

Stop making me text you at stoplights i already have onle one habd

[synonymouswithdookie]

english motherfucker

[detectivetroll]

[HE IS NOT GOING TO ANSWER THAT because fuck texting, man, his arm hurts.

Instead he's just going to make his way to the hospital, then flash his badge to get access to Ray's room and charge on in.]

Ray?

[synonymouswithdookie]

[OH HI FRIEND. Ray's hooked up to EVERYTHING and looks like he's seen better days. because he has.]

Yo.

[detectivetroll]

[The brief moment of relief at seeing him fades into worry, and Nick sits down in one of the chairs next to the bed, pushing the hand not trapped in a sling through his hair.]

How bad is it?

[synonymouswithdookie]

Well I almost bled to death, my arm is completely useless, I think the doc said I had a concussion, and I have like nine million stitches. Well. That's a bit of an exaggeration. My bad knee was giving me trouble earlier, but hey, morphine.

[he shrugs.]

All things considered though, I can say with full confidence that I've had worse.

[detectivetroll]

Man, I don't want to hear that you've had worse than almost bleeding to death.

[He reaches out to rest his hand on Ray's arm, then catches himself and lets his hand awkwardly drop onto the bed instead.]

Have they said how long you'll have to be in here?

[synonymouswithdookie]

That just means that my track record for survival is ridiculously good. I'm the Highlander. Or something.

[Ray doesn't catch the awkwardness, he's a little too busy rubbing at stitches on his forehead that he really shouldn't be fucking with but DAMN IT IS ITCHY.]

Fuck if I remember, doc mentioned it while I was all shot up with pain killers. Week or so? Better not be longer than that, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.

[Audio] March 24

[dead_black_eyes]

Hi, Ray. Hope you're doing OK.

Do you have a job right now?

[synonymouswithdookie]

Yeeeah, I'm. As good as I'm gonna be.

I got nothin' right now.

[dead_black_eyes]

I hope that's a good thing.

It's just that... I have some money. I want to rebuild the coffee shop, and I want you to be an owner.

[synonymouswithdookie]

It could be better, could be worse. You know how it goes.

That's... I mean, that's a hell of an investment.