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AN: This is just me having a little fun, no offence to anyone. If you want to read more of this, drop me a note and I will see what I can do.
Chase looked up from the file he was reading. Oh no. Oh God no. Not again! PLEASE couldn't he be spared? Just this once? For the millionth time he wondered what in the world he could have done to deserve this. If this was karma then someone up there was being unfair, there was no way he had done enough bad things in his life to justify what was being thrown at him now. Well in all fairness it wasn't just him, they all suffered, but somehow it seemed he was always worst of. He felt the now familiar tingling sensation in his fingertips and the room faded slowly. He didn't even fight it any longer; he had long ago given in to the unstoppable force he knew would make him miserable in three, two, one…
Great. Just great. It was an update. Now that in itself was frightening, the longer they went on the worse they tend to get. But this one was on his top three of most hated EVER, and considering what he had been through in this land of madness that meant bad. Like in really really bad. Oh how he hated this unknown teenager somewhere out there who constantly failed to spell the word "diagnostics" and claimed you could fix any condition by "giving them an MRI". When she didn't mix it up with a DNR that is. Or DNA, it had happened. Use google for Christ's sake!
And it was slash. If he ever met the person who invented slash, or anything like it, he would gladly find out exactly how much pain the human body can take before it decides to quit and then ad a little more.
He was lying in a bed. Damn. Absolutely no chance of escaping then. If he had had any kind of control over his body he would have jumped out of that much hated bed, found his clothes (they were usually spread across the floor) and run for his life. But as it was he couldn't even roll his eyes to show his disapproval. Someone moved at the door. Worst thing in this one, he didn't even know who it was since the sadistic schoolgirl who currently controlled his world had decided to make him an unstable, depressed, alcoholic, self-cutting, over religious cry baby who hadn't gotten over his tragic past and was sleeping with any male colleague he could find. God he hated fan fiction.