#wrongeddeadthenevermourned

"If I'm sedated how am I going to tell you anything." Q mused softly as he watched the doctor. It was true that he wasn't being very cooperative. But he really wasn't a fan of doctors, old fears had him on edge just from being in a hospital. His attitude had gotten him ordered into the 'care' of Dr House, the least doctor-acting-doctor M had heard of. Perhaps assuming two stubborn smartarses would cancel each other out. "It's really just a headache." He explained dismissively.

[txt: mahalo bro] but thnx :)

as quiet as craig is, he looks over at butters. a scoff leaving his lips, eyes rolling in the process. all he hears is bullshit from the other, that's all it is : bullshit, of course it is. everything about his words -- it's nothing to craig. " doesn't seem like you're of much help, butters. " he's letting out, deep breath as he's trying his best to calm down, not wanting to take his so called anger out on someone who probably didn't deserve it. why was he like this? rude, short tempered, all of the above that makes him truly wonder how he even has friends, hell, even tweek in his life. " if you wanna help, just sit there & shut up while i try to figure it out for myself. "

          Gabriel tilted his head and suddenly (miraculously) behind his little brother there was a cliche therapists couch. “Have a seat. Tell me what’s bothering you.  I don’t think either of us has anywhere better to be right now.”

" & you think you do, butters? " craig asks, looking over at the blond, almost testing him -- wondering what he would do, in fact. would say, if anything. craig likes doing this, testing his limits -- just to see how he would react in some way, of course. nonetheless, craig steps upward, carefully planting his words somewhere, like a little seed into butters's head, allowing for every single bad comment to spill out, like nothing. " you seem to have forgotten who's the leader of this group. if you don't like it, you can go back to the losers, i'm sure they'd take you back, " he's scoffing, shaking his head. knowing he's not entirely worth it, not at all.

there's a delicate silence in the air, craig's looking over at butters with nothing to say because he knows that he's done something wrong. something terribly, utterly wrong. his hand is balled into a fist, frustrated with himself. he almost did it -- he almost hit someone that he didn't mean to -- but god, it feels like his heart is running a mile a minute & everyone's looking at him with widened eyes. he can feel his body shaking & it feels like everyone hates him. there's some random guy on the ground, & craig, of course, feels like a fool. " i . . . " he goes, replying instantly to butters' words, unballing his hand, shaking his head. " . . i didn't do anything! " yet. he hasn't done anything yet, & that's the thing that concerns him so.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said quietly, holding John's gaze for only a moment before looking away. "You hurting me would result in nothing but chaos for US-UK cooperations, but so would... Other things. Is that your aim? Isolate the US so their protection is you? Their power in the world is you? Seems a good plan, depending on how much responsibility you want." Marcus added, not even bothering to copy Q's tone since he wanted to see how John reacted.

" so, i was sitting in the library, right? like, waiting for wendy . . & then, this girl comes up to me, asking me if i've ever been on tinder -- !! " stan's nose scrunches at the mere memory, scoffing away all of his slight concerns about the whole thing. " next thing i know, fucking wendy's coming up & listening in on the conversation, asking me if i've ever been on tinder! " shaking his head, this annoyed expression painted on his face as he's taking a sip of his can of beer. " as we were leaving the library, you know, she starts accusing me of cheating on her! can you believe that, kenny? "