ladyofleithian | Too Good Is True, Chapter Twenty One: Ow! My Sanity!

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[INT. COLONEL TOBIN'S QUARTERS -- NIGHT.

Everyone's still sitting around the table as Obi-Wan includes to act out a scene from THAT GUY WITH THE GLASSES IN SPACE]

ANAKIN: Should we get back to the fic now?

PALPATINE: We probably should.

The doctor looked at the x-rays.

Dr. Bluesh - "Joe don, you are a lucky man. Nothing is broken, but your wrist is badly sprained. I want you to wear this," She said, strapping on a brace of some kind. "And NO rough-housing for a couple weeks." Dr. Bluesh said, looking at Joe don acusingly.

ATTON (sarcastic): Yeah, because how dare he have some fun? *Sighs* Anyone got some aspirin around here?

TOBIN: Nihilus threw 'em out.

ATTON: Dammit...

Joe don - "Okay. Will I be able to go on tour next week?"

Dr. Bluesh - "Yes You should be fine, but take it easy and don't over do it."

Joe don - "That might be kinda hard. . . with Jay and all. . . . "

Desiree - "I'll make sure he minds." We all laughed.

MICAL: Hehehe...mortal injury is funny!

ATTON (muttering): Mortal injury my ass...

MICAL: Yes?

ATTON (innocent): Nothing!

Dr. Bluesh - "I'm sure you will. And Joe don, you are free to go."

Joe don - "We'll make sure you get front row tickets and a M&G to any show of your choice."

Dr. Bluesh - "Thank you! And try not to hurt yourself, Joe don." We said goodbye and I drove

home.

PALPATINE: Oh dear Force...can't they *do* something? Can't she turn into a vampire or something? (Beat) I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that...

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ANAKIN: *Humming "Starlight" by Muse*

BOBA FETT: *Snoring*

When we got home I could see that Joe don was still in alot of pain. Suddenly I got and idea. I went and dug around in my stuff

MIRA (muttering): At least we don't have to have a detailed description of her cosmetics...

and returned with a small bottle.

Desiree - "Here, take some of this. It will ease the pain," I took the cap off and poured five pills into the cap, and handed it to Joe don. "Let them desolve under your tonge. You can take five pills up to three times a day."

ANAKIN: All this over a broken wrist?

MICAL: You don't go into medical theory much, do you?

Joe don - "What is it?"

Desiree - "It's Arnica Montana. It's a homiapathic remedy."

ATTON: "Homicidal"?

ARAWN (muttering): Doing my job for me...

Joe don - "Thank you."

OBI-WAN (as Ask That Guy to Critic): Dance, puppets, dance...

ANAKIN: This fic in a nutshell... *Sighs* Oh, caf machine, I drink to thine health...

And he takes two more shots of caf.