There is blood all over my clinic. Smeared on the countertops. Tracked on the carpeting. Bloody, bloody prints all over the goddamn prescription cabinet.

And there are pills missing.

Listen up, I want whatever IDIOT did this to come forward NOW. My phone is always always always always ALWAYS on for emergencies; obviously you were hurt enough to leak your lifeblood all over my office and in enough pain to think stealing my drugs was a good idea. I need to see you so I can treat you. And beat you to within an inch of your life for scaring me so badly and turning my clinic into a biohazard. And then treat you again. And then press charges.


...Someone please help me clean the blood up. I can't stand to look at it anymore and I can't get it out. Seriously, about to vomit here. And until it's gone, the clinic will be closed; sorry for the inconvenience.





((OOC: Sorry this is a lil late, and also comments from me might be a bit slow as work is killing me dead again, the bastard. But I want to have fun too. :<))

location: the clinic mood: angry music: Dead! - My Chemical Romance tags: did you get what you deserve, out out damn spot