Malcom showed up at the infirmary in fairly short order, because truth be told, his head was killing him, and he privately admitted to himself that he''d have fellated the BNP leader if it meant it'd make the fucking headache go away.
Blinking a little at the lights, he stepped inside and regarded Martha with a slightly narrowed gaze. "Well. Do your fucking worst."
It was funny, he thought distantly; the longer one was here, the easier it got to not think I saw you on the telly every time.
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Quick spam so she can yell at him about his blood pressure. :)
Date: 2010-05-07 08:03 pm (UTC)Blinking a little at the lights, he stepped inside and regarded Martha with a slightly narrowed gaze. "Well. Do your fucking worst."
It was funny, he thought distantly; the longer one was here, the easier it got to not think I saw you on the telly every time.