[b]FreshNewTasteOf3VEnergy[/b]: I’m on it. He’s been at my place for the past week, actually.

She’s already rearranging the room, shoving the coffee table which is the death of all paperwork to one side so that she can fold out the couch. One hand(‘s thumb) types at blurred speed while she locks the frame in place with the other. No exclamation points. Not today.

[b]FreshNewTasteOf3VEnergy[/b]: I’ll talk to him as soon as I can. I think he’s been working on some kind of academic paper. Only been leaving at odd hours to clear his head. You know how brains people are.

Food. She’s going to need extra food. Easy to digest, healthy: soups, station bananas… soups, station bananas… soups… bread! For dipping in soups. She’ll go shopping herself, rather than leave a digital trail via courier.

[b]FreshNewTasteOf3VEnergy[/b]: I’ve got the medical billing.

Because hospitals are still required to provide invoices, [i]and[/i] to accommodate those in need, and it’s just recently that the guidelines requiring them to inform patients of this fact went lax. There will be no $370 suture charge, for instance. Not when 3V is done with it.

[b]FreshNewTasteOf3VEnergy[/b]: I am [i]outraged[/i] at whatever caused this. I would say so to anyone. Anywhere, even.

She doesn’t know, but the sharp knife of anger inside of her, twisting under her ribs, might as well have some better purpose. And anything that would put Junta in the hospital and require surgery is likely a good place to stick it.