After several days away from the action...

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

...Jack stumbles into the clinic, limping badly, grabs the nearest person, and begs, "Painkillers, PLEASE! I don't care that I waited three days to get my ass looked at -- I NEED PAIN KILLERS OUCH THIS HURTS DRUGS NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna comes in quickly behind him and sighs. So much for a quiet day.

Can you tell me what's wrong?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

I got shot in the ass by a pulse pistol this last Saturday.

GIVE ME PAINKILLERS.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna does her best not to burst out laughing and hands over the pills she's been munching on lately.

Once they kick, you're going to let me take a look at that.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*Jack swallows pills and drops pants*

I... pretty much have no shame.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna blinks.

Back home, people think I'm a boy. There is very little I do not know about 'em. Sadly. Did whatever hit you get out of your er, butt?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

I *think* that hit me was an electrical-based weapon. Which, theoretically, should not have a projectile, and thus should only be a really, really nasty burn.

::::tips:::::

Oooooo. Painkillers kicking in.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna peers at his rear, and clicks her tongue sympathetically.

And I thought I was in pain this morning.

She tilts her head to the side and wonders between the shelves looking for something that would help a burn.

I'd heal it a bit, but I'm afraid that would make me feel worse. How 'bout I give you two days worth of pain killers, if it still hurts after then, you find me and I heal it?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*yanks up pants*

*grabs her hands and kisses them*

Anything for you. My life for you. Oh, nice drugs...

*pants slip down again*

*yanks pants up again*

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna rolls her eyes.

If I'm not here, I'm in room 112. Or in class, but please don't pull your pants down while I'm there. You might scar the teacher.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

*the drugs are definitely kicking in*

Depends on the teacher.

Thank you!

*strolls off with barely a limp*

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Sighs and eyes the painkillers she gave Jack. She pops two herself and settles down on the couch with a magazine.