Email to Medusa

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To: [redhead of an indeterminate number]
From: [pneumonia man]
Subject: bored...

So maybe it's the fever, but what's with the shoes?

(And yes, this means I have my laptop. Jean's not as much of a grouch as she likes to let on.)

-N.

Comments

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To: [frequent medlab occupant]
From: [always number one]

The shoes. The shoes are a long story. It involved throwing. And a crazy rabid fan who wanted Mark. And then there were shoes all over the store, so I bought them to try and make the sales clerks not blacklist Mark and I from going to every shoe store in the area.

But seriously...you should not have your laptop. You should be spending your time resting and recovering. Do I need to check that you are not wearing yourself out? I think dunking yourself in a river was enough.

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To: [among the competitors for #3]
From: [he who hasn't been in this infirmary for long than you've known me]

Well. You know, I need to meet this Mark kid at some point. Anyone who gets you into situations where you have to throw shoes is probably worth knowing.

And I did not dunk myself in a river. Or happen to go for a swim. My entry into the river was entirely out of my control, I'll have you know.

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To: [stories tell all]
From: [does not compete]

Ask Moira what her shoe size is and see if she has any requests once she finishes the lovely chat I know you two are going to have when she arrives.

How do you go for an out of control dip in a river in Russia? And then not get checked for symptoms after?

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To: [shoe-tossing redhead]
From: [not that bad anymore, really]

Oh, she's already here. We've had the chat. She forgave me (mostly) when she realized that I had my little incident, slept for about twenty hours, and then woke up too sick to think straight. Under those conditions, when you have a still-lingering phobia about doctors and illness you're forgiven certain lapses.

If you promise not to spread it around, I'll tell you how I wound up in the river.

-N

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To: [is that really saying anything?]
From: [there was not much choice!]

I am just surprised that you are still in possession of your laptop (and other things) after a visit from your wife. I do understand not wanting to go to the doctor unless completely necessary - I only went for my checkup at the urging of others.

I would hope you know that I am able to be discrete when asked.

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To: [one of many snarky redheads]
From: [wounded, really]

My wife is a wonderfully forgiving woman, have I mentioned that? And the laptop was by way of a deal/bribe - I can have it, so long as I don't actually work. (Seriously speaking, they know I need distraction when I'm stuck in certain places, so that I don't start climbing the walls. Especially when I'm feverish and likely to start imagining the walls are uncomfortably white.)

As for what happened - well, someone threw a bridge at me. And I caught it, actually, go me, it's just that I wasn't expecting it to be that heavy.

-N.

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To: [catcher of bridges]
From: [one of a kind]

You are a very lucky man. But if you are not actually working, I cannot complain. Especially since the thought of you climbing the walls is scary as I believe you would physically do it.

Do I want to know what lead up to this situation?

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To: [that much is indisputable]
From: [luck has nothing to do with it]

I'm being good. I wouldn't put it past Moira to come check the cache on the laptop in the morning, and as I may be here until Friday night, best not to push it.

Well, that much I probably shouldn't get into in detail. (Although come to think of it, I should email someone else about this...) Suffice to say someone was getting away, so we chased him. And then he threw a bridge at us, and sadly ducking wasn't an option.

It was a very energetic evening.

-N.

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To: [finally we agree]
From: [royal redhead]

Well, then you had best get back to resting. I would hate to get you in trouble.

And I do not know that I want to know the details. Or why you could not duck. I am glad you were not harmed more than a little illness that you will hopefully recover from quickly.

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To: [blame it on the headache]
From: [graying]

I'll be fine, Medusa, seriously. Although I possibly should send the email I should have sent earlier and log off, as I am developing something of a headache. Nothing to do with our conversation - you're right, I ought to be resting.

If I don't see you before you head off for the weekend (as I probably won't), have a good trip.

-N.