{Eighteen (46)} &diams There's a yellow brick road/That we follow back home

[burnt_orangesky]

[Her writing is rushed, a little bigger than she would normally write, in her haste to get the words down on the page.]

What the bloody hell happened while I was away?

[A slight pause, and her next writing is almost calm.]

Precisely how long have I been away?

-Fred

[ooc: I'm assuming 00 was asleep when Fred got home.]

Comments

[burnt_orangesky]

You are injured as well? [Sweet Rassilon, did none of her friends get through this invasion intact?]

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

I...it's a long story. I'm fine. I'm just...not allowed to stand on my feet for a while. Or wear shoes.

[burnt_orangesky]

[A few pen taps.] As long as you will heal, I suppose I can forgive you.

You will have time to tell it tonight.

his priorities are strange

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Toenails grow back.

OVER PIG!

Hey, food is good.

[burnt_orangesky]

Painfully.

Indeed.

Yus

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Doesn't hurt anymore. Kinda itches.

[burnt_orangesky]

I am quite certain the Clinic would be able to give you an antihistamine, should you require one.