I want out.

[xp_cyclops]

I married a tyrant. You all have no idea what concessions she extorted in return for letting me have my laptop. I'm going to be drinking crap-flavored milkshakes until the end of time.

Anyone who rescues me can fly the Blackbird? (We still have a Blackbird, right? Forge, 'Ro, tell me my girl is still among the land of the living...)

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[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

He needs to not be moving - at least two of his wounds went septic so he's had a fever for most of the last week, which is part of the general fatigue he's whining about, his ribs haven't recovered which is why the moving about hurts more than he wants to admit, all of that aisde from the drowning.

Do you hear that, Scott? YOU ARE GOING TO REST IF IT KILLS ME.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

... I'll be good.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

Maybe use it as an incentive? If he's really, really good and stays in bed till it stops hurting properly, then he can go to the solarium. But if not, he gets the big needle? *grins*