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[fuckitybye]

[Filtered to the infirmary staff + Claire, Paddy, Rube, Parker (i.e. the people he sort of almost trusts).]

Is there anything at all in the fucking infirmary for a migraine? I feel like sodding Riverdance is stamping and kicking its Hibernian way through my fucking skull.

[OOC: What's this about? Well, perhaps the current general election in the UK (and the corresponding one in his native canon, which will no doubt be closely based on the one in the real world) is sending some kind of psychic fallout across the multiverse, and it's giving Malcolm a big headache. Unless a current copy of the Guardian somehow appears in the library, there's no way he can know about either the real election or the TTOI one, but it seemed only fitting that he react somehow. Infirmary staff, feel free to use this to bully Malcolm into coming in for a checkup.]

Comments

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

If it were Riverdance, I'd surely fucking know about it by now.

Same filter. - Get some Warden concern!

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

I'm almost positive there's something, I'll ask. Do you know what caused it?

Filter.

[toldastory]

You should come in so we can take a look at you, Malcolm. You haven't had your physical yet, and this could be connected. Shall we say three o'clock?

Filter.

[yourunichase]

Sounds like you need a drink.

[onderhaus.livejournal.com]

People rely on the wonders of modern medicine too much these days. Used to be, you laid down in a dark room, put a cold compress on your head, and voila. No tolerance to medications, no addictions.

Natural healing.

You know what the problem is? People are in too much of a fucking hurry.