Morphine

[nanonano]

In honor of my medical procedure today, I wrote this little piece about Rodney hopped up on painkillers in "Sateda" for mini_nanowrimo. I'm hoping I don't have that reaction. I also hope I can somehow function. I have less than 5K to write for my Nano dammit!

Morphine

Drip, drip, drip.

Why won't the morphine work already?

Carson should have increased the dosage. He knows how sensitive I am to pain. He wouldn't want me to suffer, would he? All I can feel is pain shooting through my body.

I can't believe I was shot. I was hit by an arrow from an archer. After dodging countless bullets and avoiding Wraith stunners, I'm taken out by Robin Hood and his Merry Men. Zelenka and the rest of my team must be having a good laugh over this.

Now this major keeps babbling at me. He wants to know about the village. He wants to know who took the others. All I care about is taking the pain away.

Things are better now. I can see so much clearer now. The colors float in front of my eyes, like musical notes. I'm singing with the all the pretty colors of the rainbow. Why are there so many? Maybe if I keep singing this bad major will go away. I had a major once, but he became a colonel.

I was shot in the ass? Oh god, I'm never going to live that one down.

At least I don't hurt anymore. Maybe the morphine is working after all.

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"I had a major once, but he became a colonel."

*loves*
Reminds me of the time someone asked me if I'd ever had a Black Russian...