'Auto-sexual asphyixiation leading to cardiac arrest,' says Doctor Barnaby, who Doctor Curran has always considered to be a total cunt.
Curran says nothing, but Barnaby will not be deterred. Barnaby sits at the nurses station, feet up. Curran is trying to ignore Barnaby by pretending to examine a set of lab results.
'When the paramedics got to him, he had this rubber monkey mask on his head, right? Only the chap had it on backwards so he couldn't breathe and then there was a rather fetching woman came in with him, clearly not his wife.'
He leans toward Curran, smile suddenly lewd, 'And they said when they got there he had a massive cob-on. They couldn't get him out from under the desk at first, it had him trapped there, like a gate latch.'
He sits back again, satisfied.
'The best bit was when his wife came in.'
Curran doesn't want to play this game. Barnaby, however, loves hospital gossip and will not be satisfied until Curran reciprocates. So he tells Barnaby about the yoghurt woman from the day before, to Barnaby's clear delight.
'So what did you do?'
'I told her to take a few weeks off work and do her grocery shopping online instead.' Barnaby finds this amusing and suggests they go to the roof, where they can spy on the nurses smoking out by the industrial waste disposal unit.
The roof is off-limits to everyone, but Barnaby discovered the alarm could be disabled with a tongue depressor and Curran had to admit it was a good place to hide. But today when they get to the roof, the door is wide open. Curran stops, half on the top step, so that Barnaby collides with his back, swearing softly in the half-light of the access stairwell. With theatrical care, they creep up to the doorway and peer out onto the open flat roof. The muted sounds of the hospital atrium and the car park drift up to them above the whirr of the big air conditioning stacks.
Curran wants to go back, but Barnaby won't let him.
'Fuck this.' says Barnaby, pushing past and out onto the roof.
The door swings shut, fast, slamming Curran in the forehead and sending him tumbling down the stairs and into unconciousness. When he comes round two days later he is in a hospital bed in a ward he shares with a comatose truck driver, one of several victims of a recent, terrible road traffic accident out on the bypass. The juicy hospital gossip is that after the roof alarm was tripped, security sauntered up the access stairwell to find junior doctor Curran bleeding and concussed. Barnaby was found some time later. He had been dragged behind the air conditioning stacks, dead from a precise stab wound to the left eye. Carved into his naked back were the words 'NEVER FORGIVE'. His clothes were never found.
Curran thinks it is probably something Barnaby would have found very entertaining indeed.
(Curran says nothing, but Barnaby will not be deterred. Barnaby sits at the nurses station, feet up. Curran is trying to ignore Barnaby by pretending to examine a set of lab results.
'When the paramedics got to him, he had this rubber monkey mask on his head, right? Only the chap had it on backwards so he couldn't breathe and then there was a rather fetching woman came in with him, clearly not his wife.'
He leans toward Curran, smile suddenly lewd, 'And they said when they got there he had a massive cob-on. They couldn't get him out from under the desk at first, it had him trapped there, like a gate latch.'
He sits back again, satisfied.
'The best bit was when his wife came in.'
Curran doesn't want to play this game. Barnaby, however, loves hospital gossip and will not be satisfied until Curran reciprocates. So he tells Barnaby about the yoghurt woman from the day before, to Barnaby's clear delight.
'So what did you do?'
'I told her to take a few weeks off work and do her grocery shopping online instead.' Barnaby finds this amusing and suggests they go to the roof, where they can spy on the nurses smoking out by the industrial waste disposal unit.
The roof is off-limits to everyone, but Barnaby discovered the alarm could be disabled with a tongue depressor and Curran had to admit it was a good place to hide. But today when they get to the roof, the door is wide open. Curran stops, half on the top step, so that Barnaby collides with his back, swearing softly in the half-light of the access stairwell. With theatrical care, they creep up to the doorway and peer out onto the open flat roof. The muted sounds of the hospital atrium and the car park drift up to them above the whirr of the big air conditioning stacks.
Curran wants to go back, but Barnaby won't let him.
'Fuck this.' says Barnaby, pushing past and out onto the roof.
The door swings shut, fast, slamming Curran in the forehead and sending him tumbling down the stairs and into unconciousness. When he comes round two days later he is in a hospital bed in a ward he shares with a comatose truck driver, one of several victims of a recent, terrible road traffic accident out on the bypass. The juicy hospital gossip is that after the roof alarm was tripped, security sauntered up the access stairwell to find junior doctor Curran bleeding and concussed. Barnaby was found some time later. He had been dragged behind the air conditioning stacks, dead from a precise stab wound to the left eye. Carved into his naked back were the words 'NEVER FORGIVE'. His clothes were never found.
Curran thinks it is probably something Barnaby would have found very entertaining indeed.
Smallbrainfield,
Wed 7 Mar 2012, 13:26,
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He's gonna need a bigger canvas
taters Bah weep grahnah weep ninibong,
Wed 7 Mar 2012, 13:28,
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The intrigue continues!
Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Wed 7 Mar 2012, 13:41,
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Big fanClick.
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dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this...,
Wed 7 Mar 2012, 14:00,
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