[ Ok, scratching the fact that that was probably the worst idea he's ever, ever, ever had, especially when it came to his personal safety and the safety of his fellow network members... That didn't go so badly! At least I'm alive, he repeats to himself as he trudges along toward the clinic at around 6 am, being careful not to slide his right ankle out of place yet again. Thank the powers that be that it's both right in the middle of Blood Key territory and is still the same place Skyler remembered the doctor on the network describing. The same doctor that he associated with getting good hash was also a pillar for the medical needs for the network. There was a lot of irony in that that he couldn't quite describe. He is about ten points from failing English, it's not really that surprising.
Long intro short, a 17 year old kid limping to the door with an arm around his ribs, a puffy bottom lip, and purpling left eye is going to attempt to open the door. Wait, is the clinic even open this early in the morning? Shit. He is going to be so fucking pissed if he dies because he bled to death on the inside or something.
He puts his free hand on the doorknob and tries to get it open. Nope, locked. Shit. He shuffles a little to the side and slides onto his butt, slouching against the wall. Nothing to do but wait and hope he doesn't die in the process. He huffs a little, trying not to fall asleep. ]
This is what passing looks like?
[ Whenever whichever doctor opens gets there, Skyler will be in the same spot, shivering a little and trying his level best not to doze off. He's failed several times up until that point, but not for lack of trying. ]
12/08 at around 9 am, either doctor!
Long intro short, a 17 year old kid limping to the door with an arm around his ribs, a puffy bottom lip, and purpling left eye is going to attempt to open the door. Wait, is the clinic even open this early in the morning? Shit. He is going to be so fucking pissed if he dies because he bled to death on the inside or something.
He puts his free hand on the doorknob and tries to get it open. Nope, locked. Shit. He shuffles a little to the side and slides onto his butt, slouching against the wall. Nothing to do but wait and hope he doesn't die in the process. He huffs a little, trying not to fall asleep. ]
This is what passing looks like?
[ Whenever whichever doctor opens gets there, Skyler will be in the same spot, shivering a little and trying his level best not to doze off. He's failed several times up until that point, but not for lack of trying. ]