Post by Dr.House on Jul 17, 2008 4:14:46 GMT -5
Not a really a run. Couldn't really run. Stupid infraction a few years ago made that impossible to do without pain, or without Vicodin at least. Coming here to the runners park was like a hide out for me, because I knew no one would be able to find me here, seeing as I don't run. Most would think I watch the running out of spit, malice, or bitter wishes. Really, I just think it would be funny to see one of them bail hardcore, send their pompous asses and egos down in flames in front of the world. Okay maybe that was a bit bitter, but I could care less.
And, my pager goes off, yet again. Probably another idiot patient suspecting the infection when really its just a runny nose or a simple fever. Not interesting. Therefor, one of my team can handle it. Oh wait, never mind, my team is gone. All I have for a 'team' is the paramedic boy. The insubordinate one. Idiot.
Sitting on the top of a picnic table, black cane rested against the tables edge on right of him. slightly squinted blues glancing over "God's" prey. Humanity. It was so ugly.
A short quiet snicker to myself after the thought occurred, WHAT IF everyone got infected in a day, what if we all were already, it does take quite a long time to show. Imagine if all these happy little morons with false faith have the infection and help destroy the human race as we know it by their own oblivion.
My pager goes off again. Cell rings. I finally pick up "Speak."
"Its Jason, a boy who claims to be a patient of yours is telling us he having the symptoms of the infection" And all I can do is roll my eyes and sigh in a irritated way.
"Is it that homeless dwarf Eckinbarz?"
"Eekinbarg, and yes, he is homeless."
"Hah, you really think it's anymore than a fever or simple common cold, treat his ass to some drugs and send him ho-- wherever. And call me when something interesting happens that requires my gimped leadership" -Click- The pager went off again.
I shrugged and yawned and picked up the cane, stood up in my nike shox and waltzed my way over to a near by bench under a shady tree. A bird was perched on the bench, it looked at me, I growled, and it flew away. End of memory. I eased my way into the bench and pulled the little orange bottle from my pocket, opened the cap with one hand and popped back two Vicodin, then shook the bottle for the sound of how many may rattle. Then put the pills back in his left pocket.
{This whole first person thing was difficult for me kinda, I'm not gonna continue this. lol}
And, my pager goes off, yet again. Probably another idiot patient suspecting the infection when really its just a runny nose or a simple fever. Not interesting. Therefor, one of my team can handle it. Oh wait, never mind, my team is gone. All I have for a 'team' is the paramedic boy. The insubordinate one. Idiot.
Sitting on the top of a picnic table, black cane rested against the tables edge on right of him. slightly squinted blues glancing over "God's" prey. Humanity. It was so ugly.
A short quiet snicker to myself after the thought occurred, WHAT IF everyone got infected in a day, what if we all were already, it does take quite a long time to show. Imagine if all these happy little morons with false faith have the infection and help destroy the human race as we know it by their own oblivion.
My pager goes off again. Cell rings. I finally pick up "Speak."
"Its Jason, a boy who claims to be a patient of yours is telling us he having the symptoms of the infection" And all I can do is roll my eyes and sigh in a irritated way.
"Is it that homeless dwarf Eckinbarz?"
"Eekinbarg, and yes, he is homeless."
"Hah, you really think it's anymore than a fever or simple common cold, treat his ass to some drugs and send him ho-- wherever. And call me when something interesting happens that requires my gimped leadership" -Click- The pager went off again.
I shrugged and yawned and picked up the cane, stood up in my nike shox and waltzed my way over to a near by bench under a shady tree. A bird was perched on the bench, it looked at me, I growled, and it flew away. End of memory. I eased my way into the bench and pulled the little orange bottle from my pocket, opened the cap with one hand and popped back two Vicodin, then shook the bottle for the sound of how many may rattle. Then put the pills back in his left pocket.
{This whole first person thing was difficult for me kinda, I'm not gonna continue this. lol}
