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[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.

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[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.

[detectivetroll]

[He smiles a little at that.]

Maybe you are the Highlander. An alien Highlander with antenna.

[All right, awkwardness gone at that, Nick makes a face at him and reaches over to pull his hand away.]

Don't do that, you'll end up making yourself get stuck here longer. No one wants to see your lose your mind. More than usual.

[synonymouswithdookie]

[blugh antenna. Blugh nick stopping Ray from doing stupid things. blugh blugh blugh]

Oh, there's something else too. There's little metal things like, in my spine now. I mean I can't see them because they're behind me, but that's what the doctor said.

[detectivetroll]

[SORRY BRO having friends means no doing stupid things in the hospital.]

...metal things. Right. Are they causing you problems? Do they, uh, do anything?

[synonymouswithdookie]

[DUMB FRIENDS SO DUMB]

Like, little metal... ports? That egg thing I got a while back is supposed to plug into them, I think. Aaand I kind of think that might be important at some point. Sherman confiscated it. I need it back.

[detectivetroll]

[FRIENDS ARE THE ANTI-DUMB]

Okay. That.. I can manage that. Probably. Maybe during the chaos, or once things settle down a little.

[synonymouswithdookie]

[THAT ISN'T ACCURATE AT ALL]

Thanks. I don't mean to be a pain in the ass but... but thanks.

[detectivetroll]

[100% ACCURATE RAY.]

Dude. I'm pretty sure most of the time you love being a pain in the ass. ...but you're welcome. I'll, uh. See what I can do to make them shut up about the antenna, too.

[synonymouswithdookie]

[NO]

Dude.

You're right, but this time I don't want to be a pain int the ass. I really owe you.

[detectivetroll]

[what no don't say stuff like that.]

Dude. You're... one of my best friends, all right, you don't owe me anything.

[synonymouswithdookie]

In that case, can you smuggle a burger in for me?

[detectivetroll]

[That gets a laugh.]

Yeah, I can manage that. Fries or onion rings?