drwjxander

[drwjxander]

Looking good :D

I hope I'll at least have eyebrows by the time they let me out.

[drwjxander]

*M!A* a pocketmirror*

[He carefully reaches over to grasp onto it. His whole arm shook due to the physical strain he was in because he was still weak. He holds it up to look at himself and grimaces. He was missing parts of his face still and his eyes were slightly milky.]

Yikes...

[drwjxander]

still no mirrors?

No. I think they're still worried I'd freak out or something even though I can turn into a freakin' lizard.

[drwjxander]

feeling better?

Quite a bit. I'll actually be able to get out in the next couple of days.

[drwjxander]

I mean his callsign is "The godfather", what'd you expect, silly lizzie

I may be intelligent, but I can also miss things.

[drwjxander]

M!A:* a get well soon card drawn in crayon signed by "Luca". It features a small kitsune playing with a large lizard man, which is supposed to be Dr. Xander

[He smiles weakly as he looks over at it, finding it to be endearing and very cute.]

[drwjxander]

what was more shocking about that sentence

....

more the mafia part, I guess

it was a little startling

[drwjxander]

I would say we have anti-Larry pharmaceuticals, but I stopped lying like that when I left the Mafia.

--O5-11, "The Godfather"

[He blinks slowly and just kind of stares, croaking out a soft voice that hadn't been used in decades. It was a near whisper.]

what the fuck

[drwjxander]

You lived. Congrats. Try to avoid doing that again. Traversing unstable reality with a high likelihood of death is my thing.

- @white-rabbits-captain

[He just kind of rolls his eyes a little bit, exhaling through his nose. He hadn't planned to go into the pocket dimension.]

[drwjxander]

He's laying in his hospital bed, panting softly into the oxygen mask they've given him now that his lungs are good enough now to work on their own. He was in so much pain and waiting for the morphine to kick in after they'd changed his bandages. His flesh was growing back rapidly, and he already had all of his fingers, eyes, eyelids ears, toes, and nose back.

They were pumping him full of antibiotics and antifungals as a precaution...

He looked like a flayed corpse and they didn't allow for any visitors except his partner because they were married. Thankfully, he couldn't see himself since he'd lost his glasses, was too weak to tilt his head down, and they had no mirrors.

[drwjxander]

Are you alright?

--O5-11, "The Godfather"

No.

I will be.

They have really nice pain medicine here. They won't let me see myself though since I apparently look really bad.

[drwjxander]

*insert Markiplier hospital meme here*

(YOU'RE NOT WRONG THIS MAN IS SO UNFORTUNATE HOLY SHIT) (the dice hate him)

[drwjxander]

He's currently very much unconscious as his body works overtime to fix the damage of his little unfortunate trip.

[drwjxander]

oh lordy

I live

[he's hooked up to an IV and several machines]

[drwjxander]

Before Dr. Xander had the opportunity to hurt 106 further than breaking one of his legs with his reality bending abilities, he was spat back out into the regular world....

He was in a horrible state, basically covered in that corrosive sludge. It caused his flesh to soften, decay, and slough off of him in a dark sludge-like substance. He let out a low snarl, exhaling through his nose.

The people in the site's cafeteria he was spat out into stared at him with wide eyes, several gasped because of how decayed and monstrous he looked, others screamed and backed away.

Xander was really only conscious due to rage and adrenaline. However, he kept his guard up as he stood there, looking around, making sure 106 was gone before finally collapsing due to exhaustion.

They'd have to figure out how to drag him to the medical wing without touching him so they could clean him off and check the damage.

[drwjxander]

I FOUND LARRY WHY IS HE RUNNING?

[drwjxander]

Day 2 in Flavortown The flavor: Death Sludge with a hint of BBQ