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[r_vecchio]

I didn't die.

I was very very close to dying but the thought of leaving the Riv fatherless again brought me back. Amongst other things.

Still feel pretty bad. My Ma won't leave me alone. Neither will this damn headache. My insides have successfully been spewed all over the place and chicken soup is the foulest thing I've ever tasted. I still might die.

But only if I kill myself.








So keep an eye on the obituaries.

Comments

[fraser-rcmp.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're feeling better, Ray. Although, I do doubt your claims that you were dying. You were simply ill. And being a baby about it.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Are dying, Fraser. Are ill. I am not being a baby about it. It hurts, Benny.

[fraser-rcmp.livejournal.com]

Are exaggerating. You're not dying, Ray, you're sick. I don't suspect it's anything terminal, either. You won't admit to that even a little?

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

How do you know? Seriously, how do you know, Benny? Where's my polenta?

[ooc: Different Fraser, I know XD ....Ray's still delusional? Um. Or, he just really really wants polenta...]

[fraser-rcmp.livejournal.com]

I would say that I'm 'psychic', but I fear the amount of distress it would cause in your... condition. I believe, Ray, that would be a question best asked of your mother?

[ooc: ...stupid 'splosion.]

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

...You're a mean man, Benton Fraser. She's feeding me nothing but chicken soup and tomatoes, I need proper food. You could sneak it in for me, I know you can. Do it for the sick, Benny. Ten Brownie points at least.