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[detectivetroll]

You've reached Detective Nick Burkhardt. If this is an emergency, please call 911. Otherwise leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.



[Calls, texts, and emails are a-okay! He has both a work email and personal email, and an office phone and cell phone. Just specify which one.]

Comments

[detectivetroll]

You should be on morphine because you were shot, and painkillers are a good thing right now. Your pills are going into your food because we discovered a long time ago you can't be trusted to take them yourself.

[sassymaru]

if i can go home then i dont need it im good and im BORED

oh that was ONE perscritpion

perscription

prescription

[detectivetroll]

You're still going to need it, at least for a little while. Well, maybe no morphine, but whatever they give you.

And now apparently it's going to be two.

[sassymaru]

youre like my wife youre looking after me it's cute but

i want to go hoooooooooooome

i miss my bed and my pants

no cause i got this

move to action?

[detectivetroll]

Of the two of us, I'm pretty sure you're the wife. Judging by your scarf collection.

I know you do. Well, go home and miss your bed, never thought I'd see you say you missed your pants.

But I'm here, all right, we'll get you home.

SURE -- text to [action]

[sassymaru]

dont you shove me into gender roles bcause of my scarves ok

they can be manly as hell

i didnt piss my pants yu stop

[no dude that's not what he said.]

im here too hi

[action]

[detectivetroll]

[Nick just laughs at all of that, tucking his phone away and heading into the hospital to try to sweet talk the doctor into releasing his partner.

Eventually he shows up at Yuji's hospital room, pushing a wheelchair and holding a handful of prescriptions.]

I'd hope you didn't piss your pants, especially since I just brought them for you. You're good to go, as long as I watch you.

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[sassymaru]

[He's wiggled himself onto the edge of the bed, wounded arm still held up against his chest. He probably needs the damn thing in a sling, but hey, getting out is more important.]

[And he eases himself off the bed as soon as his partner wanders in, looking infinitely more cheerful.]

Watch me? Why ever would you need to watch me?

[action]

[detectivetroll]

[He does need it in a sling - and, in fact, Nick has one for him, and he holds it out.]

Do you really want me to answer that?

[There's a teasing grin, and then Nick shakes the prescriptions.]

To do things like pick these up, help you with the sling, wheel you out of here. Make sure you take them.

[action]

[sassymaru]

You just did.

[He accepts the sling, and does his best to work it on himself one-handed. His hand is in fine order, but moving the arm itself is a pain -- literally.]

How many of them are there? You look as if you've robbed a pharmacy.

[action]

[detectivetroll]

[Nick smirks at him a little at that reply, but then immediate moves over to help him put on the sling.

Don't be like that, man, let him help so the pain isn't as bad.]

Three or four. Antibiotics, something anti-inflammatory, pain-killers, and I'm pretty sure one was some kind of anti-anxiety or sedation, probably to make sure you rest. Or maybe that was in conjunction with one of the other ones.

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[sassymaru]

[NO HE'S A MAN HE CAN PUT ON HIS OWN PRETTY BLUE SLING.]

[... okay, it's a token protest, before he just sort of accepts it.]

... Anti-anxiety? Why do they think I need anxiety medication? I slept fine.

[action]

[detectivetroll]

[REAL MEN LET OTHER MEN HELP THEM WITH THEIR SHINY BLUE ARM ACCESSORIES.]

You slept fine while you were on morphine, which is also a sedative. Don't ask me, I just took the prescription slips.

[action]

[sassymaru]

[YOU ARE SUCH A MOM, PARTNER.]

I'm not taking the anxiety stuff. I refuse. On principle.