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Post by Shadow on Jul 17, 2008 13:15:03 GMT -5
"Thanks... but I'm going through that psychological evaluation first, if I pass you're all fucked." He joked his mind was riddled with disturbing things, things most didn't think possible... "I'm serious too, Elias has a good head on his shoulders, I'm not gonna let some shrink I've never met before mess him up. We need that man... I think he'll be alright on his own, Captain... Otherwise my mental stability is probably even worse than his is." He shrugged, "Mind finding me a medic?" He asked holding up his hand that had about 10-20 pieces of glass in it. "Feels kinda good... But I should probably get it fixed..."
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Post by Cartwright on Jul 18, 2008 17:34:48 GMT -5
"Alright, lieutenant. If you think he'll be fine - he won't have to go through the evaluation." The captain said, then walked away.
The medics would have to keep Godchild in the infirmary until his wrist injury had healed completely, which the lieutenant agreed to be alright. He then turned and left the infirmary, heading back to the mess hall. Hoot was fixed up and was allowed to leave, heading to the mess hall as well.
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Post by Shadow on Jul 18, 2008 18:45:53 GMT -5
Hayek got his hand fixed then headed back to see if anyone had even left or found something remotely exciting to do.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 13, 2008 3:39:24 GMT -5
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