"...don't suppose the 'ran into a wall' excuse isn't going to work, huh?" Not that it worked for Eva. Neil looks down at his hands, swallows down that uncomfortable wave of nausea, and just takes a few deep breaths for a moment.
It's hard to breathe now. It was so much easier when he had those stupid pills...
He roots in one of his labcoat pockets and pulls out a smooth, plastic container. Its transparency makes it easy to tell, there's nothing inside, but there is a label on the bottle:
"Watts, Neil. Take 1 capsule as needed. Tramadol." And so on. He passes it over to Sans, silent as he reads over the label.
"...I ran out earlier this week. Looks like my usual symptoms are being complicated by my withdrawal symptoms. Isn't that just peachy?"
He pauses again, unsure if he really wants to keep this conversation going, but he knows a fellow scientific mind can't just let something stay unanswered. He's caught now.
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Date: 2016-03-23 07:51 pm (UTC)It's hard to breathe now. It was so much easier when he had those stupid pills...
He roots in one of his labcoat pockets and pulls out a smooth, plastic container. Its transparency makes it easy to tell, there's nothing inside, but there is a label on the bottle:
"Watts, Neil. Take 1 capsule as needed. Tramadol." And so on. He passes it over to Sans, silent as he reads over the label.
"...I ran out earlier this week. Looks like my usual symptoms are being complicated by my withdrawal symptoms. Isn't that just peachy?"
He pauses again, unsure if he really wants to keep this conversation going, but he knows a fellow scientific mind can't just let something stay unanswered. He's caught now.
"Anyways, this isn't something you can heal, so.'