[Public, because she's not really thinking clearly]

[worseforfears]

um.

awake.  sorta.  on some sort of painkillers, i think they might be morphine.  it's nice.

can't put my wings away right now - broke one of them.  sprained my wrist.  left, though.  can still write.  right.  hee.  um.  hurt other things too.

didn't die though.

pity, that.

Comments

[locked to Becky]

[ourowndragons.livejournal.com]

It is not a pity, you complete idiot. I was worried half to death about you, so you'd better not be dead, or I will drag you back and give you a reason to want to be dead. I swear I will.

Re: [locked to Becky]

[worseforfears.livejournal.com]

ggod to know

give ferdi hugs

Re: [locked to Becky]

[ourowndragons.livejournal.com]

You're an idiot.

I expect you to come see me as soon as you're better.

Bring Desmond just so you're safe.

[yourfinalpoison.livejournal.com]

A pity, indeed.

but I can always fix that for you, sweetie.

[worseforfears.livejournal.com]

oh, fuck off, ya cunt.