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badfic_manor2011-01-24 10:43 pm
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Cigarette 15 [In Person] // Just listen to the noises, Null and Void instead of voices..
[Hatori had been doing a very good job he felt of keeping himself to himself. All of this insanity. He wanted nothing of it. He wanted to just close his eyes and wake up back home. But.. then what about Black Jack? For his happiness he was always destined to suffer an even greater amount. Whilst he may not have been subjected to any of the torture and violence, he wasn't prepared for it. He may have been a doctor, but.. never had to deal with things like this before.
He was sat in the en suite in front of the toilet, paler than normal, he didn't feel good at all. Nausea was a bitch, he hadn't been able to eat breakfast let alone have his morning tea or coffee. He didn't really.. want to do anything. They'd need a medical team to examine the body, that was an assumption at least. They'd need some sort of forensics... he didn't have the stomach for this. Once again he'd have to leave something to Black Jack. His life here was beginning to feel.. meaningless.
Wrenching his eyes shut he doubled over the toilet, gaging at the very thought of Shiki's mangled corpse in his mind. He gasped, breathing heavily. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, especially Black Jack, but it was inevitable. He didn't want him to worry. There was a killer roaming around, they didn't need his insecurities being added to that.]
He was sat in the en suite in front of the toilet, paler than normal, he didn't feel good at all. Nausea was a bitch, he hadn't been able to eat breakfast let alone have his morning tea or coffee. He didn't really.. want to do anything. They'd need a medical team to examine the body, that was an assumption at least. They'd need some sort of forensics... he didn't have the stomach for this. Once again he'd have to leave something to Black Jack. His life here was beginning to feel.. meaningless.
Wrenching his eyes shut he doubled over the toilet, gaging at the very thought of Shiki's mangled corpse in his mind. He gasped, breathing heavily. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, especially Black Jack, but it was inevitable. He didn't want him to worry. There was a killer roaming around, they didn't need his insecurities being added to that.]