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[lastrat]

[Backdated to Saturday! James is looking p l e n t y pissed when he clicks on the camera, and for a moment there is just an incredibly pissed off face - and then he focuses the feed on his other hand, which is holding a book (naval war history). Except on closer inspection, he's not holding it at all. It's actually stuck to the palm of his hand.]

Parker, if you don't get in here and tell me how to turn this off, I swear I'm going to wring your neck.

[It was a lot funnier when he was just hearing about it happening to Peter, okay.]

[Spam for Vesper]

(Continued from here.)

[Take the bloody shot. It echoes in his thoughts, his ears, along with the clink of pressing his glass against Le Chiffre's in a toast, and he can feel his saliva foam, can taste blood (he's bitten into his lip), can taste the drink and it's killing him, killing him--

He doesn't wake until after Megamind's gone, but it feels like a lifetime, time has slowed to kill him a thousand different ways. He's jerking around on the bed, tangling himself up in his sheets, no doubt hurting himself, but instead of the pain waking him up, it's just further fueling the dreams.]

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[myresponsibility]

[Peter gets that look, and he can't help but grin at it.] Anything you wanna pack up before we spring you?

[lastrat]

[Good man.]

I think I'll leave those books you brought me.

[myresponsibility]

Sounds good. [He offers him a hand, eying him a little warily because this is going to be more awkward now that he's just a skinny teenager again.]

So, how do you want to do this?

[lastrat]

Thought maybe I could climb the ceiling out. [No not really. He glances toward the office and grimaces before pushing himself up. Why don't you just keep an eye out. Though I'm sure he'd disagree, he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head.

[He doesn't expect slipping out of the infirmary to be a feat worthy of a mission impossible movie.]

[myresponsibility]

Okay. [But he's looking at Bond like he's not sure if he's going to do a faceplant, so while he might technically be looking out for Dr. Banner, he's also definitely hovering and not wandering too far in case you become gravity's bitch. B(]

[lastrat]

[Oh my god Peter fuck off he's fine. B(

Well no not fine but. He manages to stand and not fall flat on his face, which is a win. He presses a hand against his ribs as if to hold them in place, but he gets up and it's smooth enough and he is just heading right for the goddamned door.]

[myresponsibility]

[And Peter is trailing behind, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one's paying attention to their escape attempt.

(Admittedly, he is on the staff and everything, so this really shouldn't be a problem, but. He's not a doctor.)

Still, he trails behind more or enthusiastically, already wondering how he's going to sell this to Vesper if she's pissed about it.]