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tampered2007-09-29 01:04 am
silkcutremix.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-09-29 01:04 am
[Log: Ongoing ]
When; September 29th
Rating; R for Rampant-Pottymouthing
Characters; John Constantine [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silkcutremix], The Corinthian [bitingnightmare], Dr. Gregory House [vicodincrutch]
Summary; The cactus might be sitting contentedly in its pot, but there are matters of the colon variety in need of more, er, proper medical attention of the non-nightmarish variety.
Log;
John had been in pain.
There was the pain of constipation. There was the pain of the Corinthian's beautiful concoction that nearly blew him another anus.
John had been in pain.
It, with the earlier frustrations, had led him to finally suck down his overbearing masculine pride and seek out proper medical attention unless the Corinthian finally snuff him out with his experimental home remedies (not possible, he reminded himself). There was Zatanna but the little imp might have picked up a cake that could not have been remedied with a knife and a smile. He was feeling a little wary of her. He did not want to proclaim to the City that he had a problem expelling his bullshit either. Best keep that in the smaller circles.
A pride issue.
So the logical mundane means was to go to the doctor. At the very least the City had established a hospital that was not in the Underground, without the fever reduction meds laced with parvo, the ne'er-do-well madmen with a scope and aim. The pair had been through enough. The magus would be checking out whoever was checking out him.
And so, as fate would have it, John was there in the waiting room, thumbing idly through a magazine. His posture was odd but his ringpiece was sore. Bloody Corinthian.
Rating; R for Rampant-Pottymouthing
Characters; John Constantine [
silkcutremix], The Corinthian [bitingnightmare], Dr. Gregory House [vicodincrutch]Summary; The cactus might be sitting contentedly in its pot, but there are matters of the colon variety in need of more, er, proper medical attention of the non-nightmarish variety.
Log;
John had been in pain.
There was the pain of constipation. There was the pain of the Corinthian's beautiful concoction that nearly blew him another anus.
John had been in pain.
It, with the earlier frustrations, had led him to finally suck down his overbearing masculine pride and seek out proper medical attention unless the Corinthian finally snuff him out with his experimental home remedies (not possible, he reminded himself). There was Zatanna but the little imp might have picked up a cake that could not have been remedied with a knife and a smile. He was feeling a little wary of her. He did not want to proclaim to the City that he had a problem expelling his bullshit either. Best keep that in the smaller circles.
A pride issue.
So the logical mundane means was to go to the doctor. At the very least the City had established a hospital that was not in the Underground, without the fever reduction meds laced with parvo, the ne'er-do-well madmen with a scope and aim. The pair had been through enough. The magus would be checking out whoever was checking out him.
And so, as fate would have it, John was there in the waiting room, thumbing idly through a magazine. His posture was odd but his ringpiece was sore. Bloody Corinthian.
no subject
Perhaps it was more information than necessary, but who didn't know John had kicked the illness in the ass with a little help from his demon 'friends'? Old news. Even House had to know he wasn't your average man, magic man. Had he noticed the ivories behind the nightmare's sunglasses yet? Regardless, whether Gregory House was a mere mortal or not, he wouldn't push the doctor about his gimpy leg.