YouTellMeThatYouNeedMeThenYouGoAndCutMeDown[Eva]

[Aidan Voltaire]

What the FCUK was wrong with her.

What the FCUK had they been doing together the past few years if ONE fcuking thing was going to break them up. It was just fcuking bullshit. Not that they were broken up. Or were they? Aidan didn't even fcuking know anymore.

He'd dropped Abby off with Orion today. The last few days he'd spent as much time as he possibly could with her. And without Eva. It was really fcuking weird. And that pissed him off. It pissed him off that he was so fcuking crazy about her that he didn't like being without her anymore. It SUCKED. FCUK.

Aidan was tweaked worse than he'd been in weeks right now. He'd shot more shit into his veins than he had even at the height of his worst days. He was that fcuking pissed.

No.

No matter how many fcuking times he asked her, she said no. No she wouldn't marry him, no she didn't want to be with him, no she couldn't forgive him. No. FCUK HER.

What about Abigail? What the FCUK did she have planned for THAT?! Because Aidan WASN'T giving up his god damn daughter. If there was any sort of custody battle, he'd make damn sure she never saw that little girl again. She wouldn't DARE try and take her away.

Oh God he was pissed today. He'd been quiet about it because he'd been around Abby. She didn't need to be in the middle of her mother being a stupid fcuking cnut.

AJ didn't really have an extreme problem with one thing inparticular today. No it was just everything together and his finally having time to get pissed about it. So he was. Pissed. Really, really fcuking pissed.

[Eva McCorkle]

Eva was pissed. And it wasn't even that she was just pissed. She was pissed, and depressed, and lonely, and confused, and really just all around was feeling too much than was alltogether healthy. And it was all because of stupid Aidan. Stupid fcuking addict cheating fcuker Aidan. Who imforms her that he fcuked another girl -not only that, but her SISTER - and then proposes. And is fcuking pissed and confused when she turns him the fcuk down. What the fcuk?!?

So she'd stayed away from him. The only time they came in contact was to hand Abby off, and Eva started avoiding even that, because he tried to propose every time they got within ten feet of each other. fcuk that. How fcuking stupid was he? Why the fcuk would he think that she's want to say yes to him, after what he'd done?

The sad part was... she still did. Want to say yes, that is. All she wanted was to say yes, say she'd marry him and just hope that everything would be able to go back to normal. But she just knew they wouldn't. Every time she put her hopes into that prospect, it just didn't happen. It didn't happen, and she ended up hurt. Again. Wether physically or emotionally or even fcuking both, she always ended up hurt, and she was sick of it.

She wasn't going to take Abby away from him. She wouldn't do it; couldn't do it. She knew that he was always sober when she was around. Still, it nagged at her in the back of her mind that someday he might just shoot up with Abby around. And she was scared for her daughter. What if Abby ended up seriously hurt because of her father's carelessness. God, Aidan could be such a better father, a better person, if he'd just get the hell off of the meth. That's all it would take. But he wouldn't, and ultimately, that was why Eva kept turning him down. She just couldn't take it anymore.

Right now she needed some time alone. She wasnt' speaking to Angee much, and Orion was busy always hovering over his own kid. Abby was with her father, god knows where, and so she was just on her own for the momemnt. She decided to head up to the astronomy tower. As she climbed the steps, she heard someone else's footsteps and sighed deeply. She thought about going back down, but figured she could do with some socialization. She walked through the entranceway, her demeanor instantly changing when she saw who it was that was up there.

And what he was doing.

"What the fcuk do you think you're doing, Aidan?" Her voice was quiet; she didn't usually curse, but this was out of fcuking line. He was supposed to be spending time with Abby right now, not shooting up in the Astronomy tower. "You're supposed to be with Abby, you fcuking addict. Where is she?"

[Gage Mason]

This was exactly what he needed. Eva's incredibly screechy voice. Eva's nosy screechy voice. Asking him what the fcuk he was doing. If she had any idea what she was walking into, she wouldn't even ask. Aidan was fcuking LIVID and she was not making that go away any. That surprised him. Eva was always the one who calmed him down, made his anger recede. Today, however, she only intensified it.

"What the fcuk am I doing?" He scoffed as he turned to look at her. "What the fcuk does it look like I'm doing you fcukin' cnut? I'm enjoying a fcuking HIT. Or at least I was until your BITCH ASS walked in here." God damnit. Honestly right now, he wished he'd never told her. He'd rather have Angee weighing down on his conscience than Eva acting like he had a fcuking disease. Now he got no sex. Period. Stupid bitch.

"Fcuking ADDICT? You didn't mind it so much when you FCUKED ME YOU GOD DAMN FCUKING WHORE!! Didn't mind when you had a KID WITH ME!!" God fcuking DAMNIT. "Abby's with Ryan you dumb bitch. Where the fcuk did you think she was. What--you think because I fcuked Ang that's going to change my PARENTING SKILLS? WHAT THE FCUK EVA. You know me better than fcuking that. Stop being fcuking dramatic."

Honestly. Where was Abby. What the fcuk was that shit. Did she think he'd gotten high and thrown her out the fcuking window? Seriously here.

"She's with Orion because YOU made me go WITHOUT MY SHIT for the last few days BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T EVEN FCUKING TALK TO ME. BECAUSE OF ONE GOD DAMN MISTAKE!" One huge mistake, granted. But honestly--Ryan and Ang were fine. Why the fcuk did Eva have to be such a dramatic fcuking cnut. Everything with her was just over the fcuking top. "A MISTAKE I WOULDN'T HAVE EVEN MADE IF YOU EVEN FCUKING GAVE ME ANYTHING TO FCUKING WORK WITH. BUT NO--YOU'RE EVA. BIG HIGH AND MIGHTY INNOCENT FCUKING EVA WHO CAN HAVE A KID BUT NOT SEX. God damn Eva who the fcuk do you think you're kdiding. Not a single person in this god forsaken place thinks you're anything close to innocent. You fcuk the ADDICT and have a fcuking kid with the ADDICT. You're a fcuking whore to them. Give it a fcuking rest."

Aidan was shaking and he took a few steps closer to her. He wasn't even close to done yet. Which probably wasn't good. Pent up anger was only ignorable for so long, though. Besides, she'd called him an addict and that was just a stupid fcuking word to use. He knew he was addicted but he didn't fcuking care. Eva didn't need to act like she was so fcuking above him. That was just fcuking absurd.

"NOT TO MENTION you haven't even been to see your fcuking DAUGHTER in the past few days. I don't CARE if you don't want to see me BUT DON'T TAKE YOU FCUKING BITCHING OUT ON HER." OH he was glad Abby wasn't here right now. This was one thing he never wanted her to witness.

[Eva McCorkle]

Eva really didn't expect him to freak out. Sure, he was high, but usually he calmed the fcuk down a bit when she came around. Never since she'd been with him had his temper actually escalated when she showed up. Never. Which was scary to begin with. But this was actually worse than his usual temper. Thsi was bad. This was irrational, bordering on crazy. She narrowed her eyes at him, searching his face. How much had he had?

She winced visibly when he called her a cnut. What the hell was wrong with him. His tirade continued, and she shrank away from him. She couldn't stand it when he yelled, especially when he was yelling at her. She couldn't take it. It just fcuking broke her heart when he got like this, and she was already in enough pain as it was.

She shook her head, finally stepping towards him instead of just backing away. He was being an asshole. She'd never had him say things like this to her. Sure, he'd said some nasty shit in the past, but this was as bad as it had ever gotten. Ever. She could feel that familiar feeling of her throat choking up, the tears wanted to come as they always did when Aidan got mad at her. Crying was her way of dealing with things, and that wasn't about to change.

"fcuk you, Aidan! A pregnant girl doesn't want to have SEX 24 fcuking seven! Neither does a new mother! No, I've actually wanted to be with my fcuking daughter! Heaven fcukING forbid you go without sex. Oh, that's right, you odn' thave to go without sex DO you? Just go to my fcuking sister when you're feeling sexually frustrated, right? I mean, if you can't fcuk your girlfriend, just fcuk a look alike, because it's the same god damn fcuking thing, right? Guilt free and fcuking EVERYTHING!"

She paused for breath, sucking in deep breaths as tears began to pool in the corners of her eyes. She'd never been this pissed at him. She usually managed to not be angry, to blame the drug, but this was just too much. And she was sick of him mistreating her, and she was sick of being small and meek when he got like this. She was fcuking sick of not being able to stand up for herslef, and she was going to change that. Right. Now.

"fcuk you Aidan. fcuk you. I'm not a whore. You know why? Because you're the only person I've EVER had sex with. Because I've ALWAYS been faithful to the man I'm with. Which is a LOT more than you can say, Aidan!" She took another deep breath, tears now falling down her cheeks, leaving tracks in her makeup.

"THE ONLY REASON I HAVN'T BEEN TO SEE MY DAUGHTER IS BECAUSE EVERY TIME I SEE YOU, YOU TRY TO MAKE ME fcukING MARRY YOU! NEWSFLASH, AIDAN! I DON'T WANT TO MARRY YOU! I DON'T WANT TO EVEN BE WITH YOU ANYMORE, BECAUSE YOU CAN'T MANAGE SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS BEING FAITHFUL TO THE MOTHER OF YOUR GOD DAMNED CHILD!"

She shook her head. "You can't even quit fcuking meth for your girlfriend. Not even for your daughter. So fcuk you, Aidan. Because I am fcuking done."

[Gage Mason]

Aidan knew what Eva was thinking. He knew that look in her eye. She was wondering how much he'd fcuking stuck himself with. Honestly, he couldn't tell her. He didn't fcuking know. It was a lot. He knew that fcuking much. A whole fcuking lot. The rest of whatever he'd had on him. That meant he had to go into fcuking Detroit sometime soon. Damnit. Fcuking hell. He liked to avoid that. It pissed Eva off.

No--you know what? He'd fcuking go tomorrow. Fcuk pissing her off. If she wanted to act like this, he didn't fcuking care. This was so fcuking ridiculous it wasn't even funny. Bullshit. Fcuking bullshit.

The wince she had at his language made him smirk. Somewhere in the back of his mind it registered that this wasn't the way things should be going. He should be talking to her, consoling her, telling her he was sorry.

But for some reason--that idea just wasn't as good as this one was. For some reason he'd rather sit here and yell at her and call her as many names as he could possibly come up with. What she'd done to deserve it was a question he couldn't answer. Mainly because she hadn't done anything. She didn't deserve it. Basically he was venting to her because he felt like shit and she wouldn't forgive him. Really she had no reason to but that didn't change the fact. He was angry and tweaked out of his god damn mind. Of course he was going to yell and scream at her. And not give a shit what happened.

"Fcuk me?! That's the POINT EVA! You DON'T! You're NOT fcuking pregnant anymore! I DEALT WITH IT THEN DIDN'T I! You had a reason then! You DON'T now! I mean FCUKING HELL! New mother my fcuking ass. You don't want to have sex because you're a fcuking bitch. You like to know you've got that control over me. 'Be a nice boy Aidan. Don't do meth and we can do fun naughty things tonight.' Fcuk that. Fcuk you. And yeah--I fcuked Angee. And you know what--" he smirked in an evil way "--it was fcuking good too. She's a screamer."

Oh he hadn't wanted to go that far with it but now that he had, it felt extremely good. What didn't feel good was watching the familiar pooling in her eyes. No, fcuk her crying. She wasn't getting to him that way. She always fcuking cried and he always felt like a dickhead. No, he wasn't doing that. Not this time.

"You know for someone who doesn't actually fcuk me you sure like to say it a lot sweetheart." He felt he was making amazing fcuking points. She was right, he was the only person she'd ever fcuked but other people didn't know that. "EVA THAT WAS THE FIRST AND ONLY GOD DAMN TIME THAT'S EVER HAPPENED! I'VE BEEN WITH YOU FOR THREE FCUKING YEARS! DOESN'T THAT MEAN FCUKING ANYTHING TO YOU?!" He'd been nothing short of a fcuking manwhore before her and yet he'd been with her--and ONLY her--for the last three years. Couldn't she think about THAT instead of the ONE fcuking screw up he'd had in that amount of time?

"NO EVA--YOU DON'T GET TO CRY!" She couldn't DO that. Couldn't MAKE HIM FEEL LIKE THAT AGAIN. "YOU'VE ACTED LIKE THE BIGGEST FCUKING BITCH THE PAST FEW MONTHS AND I HAVEN'T SAID ONE GOD DAMN WORD. YOU DON'T GET TO FCUKING CRY." For once he wasn't letting that stop him. Not yet. He was feeling way too fcuking pissed for that shit.

"WELL WHAT THE FCUK DID YOU EXPECT, EVA?! DID YOU THINK THAT I WASN'T EVER GOING TO FCUKING ASK YOU? WERE YOU PLANNING ON STRINGING ME ALONG UNTIL YOU'D GOTTEN SICK OF ME AND THEN TAKING ABBY AND LEAVING? FCUK THAT! YEAH--I'VE ASKED YOU TO MARRY ME. TOO MANY FCUKING TIMES TO COUNT. SO SUE ME FOR FCUKING CARING ABOUT YOUR FCUKING SORRY ASS!" His voice cracked at the end, starting to grow hoarse from all the yelling he was doing. His heartrate and breathing were dangerously fast right now. There was a good possibility he'd taken too much. A really good possibility.

"EVA STOP. How many fcuking times do I have to fcuking apologize to you for that? What the fcuk else do you--" he stopped, grabbing at his chest for a minute. There was really sharp pain radiating through him. "--do you--" Fcuk. His fingers wrapped tightly in the cotton of his shirt and he left his knees buckle, falling to the floor.

Shit.

This was why he hated doing this. He hated arguing with her, he hated fighting. Because this shit fcuking happened.

"Don't start--" he took a breath "--that shit--" another "--with me right now." Closing his eyes, he leaned back against the wall and tried to breathe as deeply as he could. "In case you haven't--" Fcuking HELL this hurt. "--fcuking noticed--" breath "--I haven't even taken--" GOD was he DYING HERE?! "--the shit in weeks." This was his first time shooting up in weeks. Because he'd been cutting back. He'd been trying to stop. He DID want to stop for Abby AND for Eva. It just wasn't that fcuking simple!

AJ clutched at his chest and he felt tears stinging the corners of his eyes. Fcuking hell not right now. Not right fcuking now. This was the first chance he had to get everything out. To get everything off his chest. Apparently he couldn't do that without fcuking killing himself.

"I didn't--" wince "--tell you because--" breath "--I wasn't sure if I could--" gasp "--do it. But I've been trying." His toes curled to the point of cramping. Shit. He had a feeling he was having himself a heart attack right now. Which wasn't good. Especially now when Eva would probably rather sit there and watch him die than help him. Damn. Shouldn't have called her a cnut. "Today--" oh God what if he died today. His little girl would grow up thinking her dad was a good for nothing piece of shit. "--was the first day I've--" AJ winced again, his fingers turning a very solid white color with the pressure he was using to grasp at his shirt "--even thought about it."

Aidan opened his eyes, stars seeming to blow up before him. For some reason, saying 'Eva I think I'm having a heart attack' didn't seem like a good thing to do. He didn't think she wanted to hear it. And he didn't even care right now. Damn this was painful...

"Eva tell Abby I'm sorry." Because he really didn't think he was going to live much longer. "Baby I didn't mean to hurt you." He closed his eyes again and a few tears actually came out. Yeah going out on meth--not his choice way of dying. Not after this. This shit sucked. "I never wanted to hurt you."

His body started to slacken a bit. "Sweetheart I love you. I want to mar--" His voice trailed off but she knew what he wanted to say. He said it everytime they were together. Every fcuking time.

Well this part wasn't so bad. At least the pain had stopped. His heart was still racing so he knew he still had a pulse. He could still feel his chest heaving. He just felt sort of disconnected. Unless by some miracle the mediwitch happened to come into the astronomy tower in the next five minutes or so, he had a feeling he was going to die.

[Eva McCorkle]

OOC: Love, I'm so sorry I never came back last night, but my headaches have been getting worse and I had to just go to sleep.

BIC: Honestly, at this point, it was second nature to her to be able to deal with his yelling. Sure, it hurt her, but she was getting better at not showing that outwardly. Sure, she still cried, but it was less the fact that he was yelling and more the things he said. Because thsi was bad. This was a lot worse than it had ever been, and Eva couldn't even believe the shit he was freaking out about. He'd been the cause of all this. Sleeping with Angee hadn't been some tiny little mistake. It was a huge mistake that she couldn't just forgive. Because, if there wasn't something wrong with her (which he insisted there wasn't), then it was simply because Angee had been there, and he could sleep with her. Nothing more or less.

"--it was fcuking good too. She's a screamer."

She paused, stared at him, her sobs intensifying at that. What the hell was wrong with him?!? She just stared at him in complete shock over what he'd just said. God, how much had he had? ANd... if he was so god damn sorry for sleeping with her, then why the fcuk would something like that have come out of his mouth? This time she just stayed silent, she couldn't find words to respond to something like that. Sure, it was pretty clear her sister would probably be better in bed than her, but that wasn't something she need to hear from her ex-fcuking-boyfriend.

As he kept going, his breathing seemed to be getting labored, and she stepped forward, concerned. Tears still ran down her cheeks, but something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He was sinking to the ground, and still trying to bitch at her, but it wasn't working because...

"Eva tell Abby I'm sorry."

"No. No, no, no." She started crying harder, kneeling down beside him. "No, it's okay..." She shook her head. He was... dying? And he was attempting to apoligize. Shit. "Baby, no. It's okay. Please... please don't do this." What was wrong with her? As if he had any control over this right now. "Baby, don't die. Please don't die, I'm begging you."

"Oh my god, I love you too, Aidan. Please.. I'll marry you." She shook her head, that sounded wrong. "I want to marry you. Aidan please don't go... God I don't know what to DO!"

OOC: Shitty as HELL

[Aidan Voltaire]

In all honesty, Aidan had pictured this moment a million times. He'd imagined his death, as strange as that was. When you did the kind of shit he did, it was only a natural thing to think about. You took that chance everytime you shot, snorted, smoked, stemmed, or ate the shit. The chance that you could possibly die. When you took that chance every day, it just eventually had to cross your mind.

He'd wondered when it would happen. Where it would happen. How much would finally kill him. What his final words would be. Whether or not it would hurt. What he would look like. How long it would take. Who would be at his funeral. Whether or not Eva would tell Abby what had happened--that was a relatively new thought.

The way he'd pictured his death, however, was nothing like what was actually happening to him. He hadn't expected to go out in the astronomy tower whilst fighting with his girlfriend (the mother of his child) about sleeping with her sister. No, he didn't think anyone ever pictured going out like that.

Aidan had thought, for some insane reason, that his death would be one of those moments of epic proportion. He'd thought that he would be around a number of people and that everyone would weep openly or something. Perhaps that was how everyone wished to die. It just seemed like the perfect way, did it not? He didn't know why he'd thought that, of all things. AJ hated people. He didn't associate with many and of the ones he did, there were probably four or so that he actually figured would give a shit one way or the other if he bit the dust. Honestly--that didn't even bother him. In fact, he was rather glad it was the way it was instead of his "fantasy". This was more dramatic, in it's own way. Eva would tell his story to Ang and Ryan, who would in turn share it with others. Eventually he'd be like a fcuking legend. He could see it now.

Everyone in the school would be asking their friends, "Did you hear about that Ravenclaw kid? Apparently he overdosed. Right before he went out he asked his girlfriend to marry him." To which a reply would be given, "That's got to be the saddest story I've ever heard. He seemed like such a decent guy." Because once someone died--no one went around saying, "Oh him? He was a douchebag. I'm glad he's dead." That was insensitive. Girlfriends slapped their boyfriends when they said things like that. No, he would be labled as the guy who just made a simple mistake and wound up paying dearly for it.

That was incredibly uplifting.

In all honesty, he should probably be very upset about what was happening. Aidan wasn't going to see his little girl grow up. He wouldn't get to hear her first words or watch her take her first steps. Shouldn't he be immensely sad with that thought? Granted, he was a little bitter over it but he wasn't completely lugubrious about this fact. Did that mean he was a bad father? He didn't think so. No, he was a pretty damn good dad. At least he was going out before he fcuked his kid up for life. That was good.

AJ snapped out of his near-death reviere. Eva apparently did not want this to happen. That was funny--a few moments ago he would've bet his life on the fact that she wanted to be the one to kill him. Though, in retrospect, betting his life probably didn't mean much right now. He opened his eyes and looked at her, his hand unclenching and letting go of his shirt. He hated to break it to her, but it wasn't okay. She must not know much about what was happening. No, he was definitely dying and it probably wasn't going to be okay. That upset her--obviously. She was asking him not to do this. Well, he didn't really have that choice but if he did, he probably wouldn't have chosen this particular moment to do this. He had been on quite the roll. Yelling and screaming and not even feeling bad for it--yeah that was one helluva roll to be on with Eva because she made him feel so guilty so easily when he yelled at her.

This was another thing he'd wondered about in the face of death. Did death immediately erase one's faults? It looked to him as though this may very well be the case. Eva seemed to completely forget the problems that they were having earlier. The fighting and the yelling and the "No Aidan I will never forgive you". In fact, she was now telling him that she loved him. She wanted to marry him. No, please don't go. Well that was the opposite. Damn, maybe he should die more often. It seemed to do him good.

"Eva," he said quietly, reaching out for her hand. "You can't--" His chest didn't really seem to hurt as much anymore but apparently he still wasn't getting much air. "--can't marry me. I'm dy--" Swallowing, he closed his eyes for a second and opened the back up, unable to help noticing how it was taking longer to focus each time he did that. "--dying. Can't marry a dead guy dude."

This wasn't so bad. He'd been through worse. Definitely.

Aidan was tired. So damn tired. He closed his eyes again just as his arms started to tingle. He almost wanted to giggle at the feeling. It was strange. However, instead of doing that, he just sighed.

Finally, he smiled.

And Aidan James took his last breath.

[Damien Renton]

Damien was pretty damn content hanging out in the hospital wing with Emily, playing cards and using their wandless magic to cheat and peak under each other’s cards. It was even better when the Queen of Hearts and the Queen of Spades got into a fight. It was then Emily decided that it was time to chill out with the cards, for they took the game War far too seriously.

However, the pitter patter of little feet perked up their ears, and he saw a small first year run into the common room. He stood up, curious and slightly confused. He felt like the little boy was Lassie and he was the owner- ‘wot is it, lassie? Tell me wot it is!’ But before he could get a word out, the little Gryffindor finally caught his breath.
“Someone’s dying in the astronomy classroom!”

Well, that was not what he was expecting. Assuming that it was some creature that got in, Damien sprinted up the stairs, breathing labored after the first stair case. He really needed to be in better shape if he was going to be working in this school. The heroin and cocaine probably didn’t help.

Finally he reached the seventh floor, and he started the narrow passageway up to the tower. He could heard sobs and pleading from some girl. This encouraged his legs to move even faster even though they already felt like jelly. He should have just run outside, hopped on a broom and flew up here. Then again it wasn’t like he could pull a broom out of his ass.

After getting to tower, his brain started to process the scene right away, and he was familiar with the man laying on the ground. Why was this dumb bitch just crying over him? Why wasn’t she going to get help? The boy didn’t mention being sent- he’d told Emily that he’d witnessed it, got scared and ran down.

“Get the fcuk oot of the way,” he ordered, pushing her to the side and his heart beat going through the roof. Damien’s boggart was overdose- any type, anyone. He felt his jaw shake slightly but his body was still moving, checking the pulse on Adian’s still body. “Fcuk! Fcuk fcuk FCUK!”

He desperately wish Emily was here, but he was well aware of the fact that she wasn’t and he was going to have to deal with this. Putting his ear down to his chest, Damien checked his heart and heart nothing, no beat, no respiratory motion, nothing. He’d brought no potions with him, but even if he had thought of it he wouldn’t know what to use. Damien knew Adian, certainly- but that didn’t mean Damien knew what he’d overdosed on, nor did he know how his heart stopped.

Turning, he looked at Eva and decided it would be futile to even ask her anything. All that mattered was that he needed to get Adian’s heart pumping again. Fingers stretching out, he put his hands flat on Adian’s chest and watched his body convulse after the shock went through Damien’s hands to his body. Normally, it worked on the first shot, and Muggle CPR wasn’t needed, however he didn’t know how late he was.

Damien gave AJ another shock and his body convulsed again, flipping like a fish out of water for a second. Damien practically head-butted AJ’s chest to hear a heartbeat, and thankfully there was a faint one. Good enough for him. Now that the guy’s heart was beating the fear started to boil back in Damien’s throat, and he decided it would be best if he got Adian into a bed. Pointing at his body and muttering a low ‘levicorpus’ and AJ’s body rose up.

“Get back to your common room,” he told Eva in a low, grungy voice. He started the decent downward, trying to make haste. "Dinnae follow me, Ah dinnae want tae see you aroond the hospital wing iny time soon. You will be owled when you can visit. fcuking got it?" He sounded robotic but he sure as shit wasn't kidding.