[34] - [Voice, Public]

[sharpememory]

[Barron sounds like death warmed up. This was intended to be private to Prefect, but due to the flood's affects he couldn't be bothered with it.]

You know what's amazing, comrade? When you reckon that the human body would have a limit to how much vomit it can chuck up. Pro tip? There isn't one. I must have hurled at least a dozen times today.

[A pause, because that lie is not helping Barron feel better right now.]

I think I'm gonna keep drinking until it goes away.

Comments

[rass_bestie]

I don't suppose you mean drinking water by that, do you?

[sharpememory]

Water? Well, I suppose I could mix the alcohol with water if I really needed to.

[rass_bestie]

Leave the alcohol, choose water, it's easier on your stomach and easier on you.

[sharpememory]

Are you a doctor or something?

[rass_bestie]

I work in the infirmary, yes.

[sharpememory]

Cool. I can come and pick up some meds, then?

[rass_bestie]

Given that it's caused by flood, I can't promise you effectiveness. It's likely you'll simply throw them up again.

[sharpememory]

Ugh. I'm willing to give it a try, though. Thanks for offering the help, man.

[rass_bestie]

Of course.