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[evite]

( broadcasting live from the dark cave that is her bedroom, skye opts for the safety of semi-anonymous texting when facing the wide open world of the network. granted, her username is literally a pun on her name, so it's not exactly the most subtle option in the world... but she's sticking to it. she thinks she's funny, anyway. )

is there a doctor in the house?

( or, you know, on the moon. )

att: my arms are killing me.jpg
if you make house calls, i'll pay double.

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[evite]

( if it didn't come standard in this starter apartment, skye likely doesn't own it. everything is as bland and boring as it comes, because she's not sure how long she'll be here, so what's the point of spending money she doesn't have to get things she may not need? )

Do I really have to? ( yes, skye, you do. you can't just zonk out on painkillers right away. you should line your stomach so you don't hurl up your guts on the ground. ) Ugh, okay, you're probably right. Puking does not sound like a fun way to end today...

( as for the ice packs: ) Let me know if you need a hand with that, by the way. Or, like, a well-used elbow.