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[didorothy]

Oh, great. Wonderful. Fantastic. Bloody geniuses, the lot of you! What was it this time? Come on, tell me. Ring me up! Oh, but no, no radio here, no telly. Will the stars sing out the answer? A heavenly chorus of medical malpractice? What sort of drug did you overdose me on this time?

Well, come on! [hits himself on the head] Where’s the television? I need to see how the rest of this case plays out. I just want to go– [disappears for a moment, before reappearing]

...

All right, so maybe it isn’t drugs.

Comments

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

A coma?? That's...sorry. But...ah! Is that why you talk about drugs? You mean medicine? But what?

[didorothy]

Yeah. Whenever my doctors b- [selects a politer word] mess up my medication, my world acts oddly. And it's just that, sometimes... it's really detailed, for something that isn't real.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Maybe it's... [thinks and counts quietly] Ah but I don't think so. Glasses were invented about...2015. But maybe they were in development long enough ago that they could have tested them on you? Glasses have medical purposes, too. Supposedly they can heal your mind in a virtual world. That's just a rumour though.

[didorothy]

Well, could be. Seems unlikely, but... Though, the - [let's not bring up the test card girl, 'cause Sam doesn't want to seem even more insane]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[tilts her head] What is it?

[didorothy]

It's, uhm... [rubs his cheek]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Are you all right?

[didorothy]

Don't worry about it.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

All right...

[pokes him] Cheer up, ne?

[didorothy]

[blinks, but then smiles] All right, Fumie.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[smiles brightly] Good, Sam.

[didorothy]

[smiles and laughs] Thanks.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Anytime!