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-forge.livejournal.com]

The Blackbird's fine. Minor stressing to the flight surfaces, but I've restored those and given the engines an overhaul, desperately needed after that long in constant burn. I've redesigned the suborbital booster assemblies to work as an external unit should they be needed in the future, as well.

As for a rescue, you're on your own there, boss. Right now I think the good doctor outranks you by virtue of being both ambulatory and coherent.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Dude, you're not on smushy food yet?

Laurie makes pretty good milkshakes. You can't really taste the protien powder stuff. (it tastes like CHALK.)

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

I am perfectly coherent. Did you tell her she did a good job? She sulks if you don't offer lots of praise. She's kind of like a big metallic Golden retriever.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

You're attributing personality traits to the jet. You're not back in the land of the coherent yet, boss.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Mine taste like crap. Or grass. I suppose those are vegetables, the forgotten food group...

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Bah. Vegetables.

[x-storm.livejournal.com]

No, he has always done this... I would call it a good sign if it wasn't so frightening regardless.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

I would come and smack you for doubting that the plane has a personality, but even when the Witch Queen of the Infirmary lets me get out of bed I can't straighten up.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Ororo! Help! Jean's gone mad with power. I think she's plotting a coup.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

the Witch Queen of the Infirmary

Someone doesn't want to have sex this month.

[x-storm.livejournal.com]

Jean, do you need any help down there? I have heard one of your patients was being difficult...

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

I CAN'T have sex! You have me so doped up I can't count to ten.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

TMI! TMI! WAY MORE INFO THEN NEEDED!

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

By all means, I'd welcome some assistance.

Just no beating the patient. No matter how tempting it is at times.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

That will get better. My mood may not if you keep this up.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Well, I can't! Can't count to ten, can't do my paperwork because my attention keeps wandering... I'd suck with heavy machinery if I was allowed anywhere near heavy machinery right now.

[x-storm.livejournal.com]

...a gag, however, might be in order. Or finger-tape.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

I don't want TO KNOW THAT.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

I had to give him the laptop or he was going to keep trying to break out. You don't know how much I regret it, but it's this or strapping him down, and then he'll just break himself on the restraints.

[x-storm.livejournal.com]

Men.

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

Vegetables are good for you. They give you lots of lovely vitamins and things your body needs to get better. Now drink you're damn milkshake. *grins*

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

The walls are closing in.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Traitor.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

By the way, I may have forgotten to mention this before, but I like you better than almost anyone in the whole world right now.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

This is what happens when I let you be conscious. I get my brain back in working order just in time for you to pout at me inside my own head.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Can't live with them, can't beat them repeatedly for being all bruised and pouty.

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

*grins* Thanks. I aim to please. Let me know if the headache comes back?

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

I'm going to keep doing it until you let me out of here. And give me a new ribcage. I want that too.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

He did, and then he demanded I give him his laptop.

Oh, wait, you meant the power headache.

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

If Dr Grey-Summers lets me, it's possible I could get a wheelchair and take you down to the solarium if you want. I'm not sure how portable you are right now.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

If it means I get to put you under general anesthesia, I'm all for major rib-replacment surgery. Aside from that benefit, though, the answer is still no.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Dr. Jean! Laurie doesn't understand that 48 hours of bananabananabanana is bad for a guy!

[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-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

The next patient who whines at me is getting telepathically sedated.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Even if it's supposed to be ironic or something?

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

... I'll be good.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure right now I could pick out irony if I was being beaten about the head with it. Sorry for snapping at you, Kyle.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Its all good. I was just ragging on Laurie cause she has no imagination when it comes to smushy food.

Being up and able to make my own is sexytime.

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

Well, you said you didn't like vegetables. Next time, I swear I'm making you spinach and feta pie.

[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*