Loft above Luke's, Sunday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly had been in a comma since passing out at the Perk yesterday. He had an acute brain tumor infringing on his occidental lobe in his cerebal palsy. It was very serious.

So he was laid out flat on the bed in his apartment. Still shirtless, of course, because clearly comma patients were more comfortable without shirts on. There were lots of machines making lots of mysterious noises connected to various nonspecific parts of Priestly's body, and that ever present hospital smell, despite Priestly's apartment not being a hospital.

How did he get here? Who cared? What, did you have some kind of carrying kink or something? He was just here, okay, and not in the clinic because of reasons.

God, if you don't like it, just don't read it.

[ooc: Priestly's not really going to be interacting here, but post is open for folks who want to come be emo at his side!]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was genuinely upset; she'd camped out in a chair next to Priestly's bed since yesterday. Momo had told her to stay with Priestly, why hadn't she listened to her...?

There were a lot of recriminations in that vein. And bargaining. And denial. The full five stages were being acted out. In order. "Priestly...."

[heromaniac]

Momoko had been taking a lunch break, hovering above some really spectacular clouds, when she'd decided to call Dinah and make sure things were still okay. Weird, maybe, but okay.

Instead, Dinah told her Priestly was lying shirtless in bed in a coma from his brain palsy tumor that he'd had for years.

"He's WHAT?! Put the phone up to his ear, Dinah."

She waited a second for her friend to do just that, then yelled, "PRIESTLY BOAZ PRIESTLY YOU STOP BEING IN A COMA THIS RIGHT THIS MINUTE! THIS IS TOTALLY NOT FUNNY!"

There. That should do it.