[but then he winces as his blood starts to hammer in his ears. Oof he is getting too worked up over this. It is not good.
He stumbles away from the desk he was sitting at and gropes for his pills, washing them down with the last swallow of liquor, then sits heavily on the end of the bed, his head in his hands]
Fine yes. Everything. You're absolutely spot on. Well done.
[now if the room would stop spinning he could hang up and go to sleep]
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What--
[but then he winces as his blood starts to hammer in his ears. Oof he is getting too worked up over this. It is not good.
He stumbles away from the desk he was sitting at and gropes for his pills, washing them down with the last swallow of liquor, then sits heavily on the end of the bed, his head in his hands]
Fine yes. Everything. You're absolutely spot on. Well done.
[now if the room would stop spinning he could hang up and go to sleep]