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[dredefulchilde]

You may have noticed the stacks of IV bags filled with blood in the refrigerator. Those are mine. I suffer from a rather peculiar form of anemia, and I require regular transfusions in order to remain healthy. I need that blood to live. If you tamper with them, I will make you wish for death.

-J. Fitzthomas

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[hashtagparkerluck]

Dude, that royally sucks. Also, they probably shouldn't store it by all the food? You know, as like a health code thing.

Anyways, noted. I won't touch it. Not that I wanted to-but yeah. Let me know if you ever need any help with something, yeah?

[dredefulchilde]

The bags themselves are sterile, and they need refrigeration. Unless there's a second refrigerator somewhere on this train for medical supplies, the blood will stay with the food. I think everyone would prefer a little discomfort to the alternative. I cannot be held accountable for what happens if I don't have blood.

[hashtagparkerluck]

I mean, there might be one in the medical carriage?

I've been in there hundreds of times by now and I can't remember. If you ever need help with the transfusions, I'm sure someone on board would help. I'd offer but I don't have a medical degree and I can't stand needles.

[dredefulchilde]

I've been dealing with this for quite a long time now. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. But thank you for offering.

...

Have you finally taken off that blasted sign?

[hashtagparkerluck]

Yeah, I got to take it off early 'cause I beat Mr Stark at that new racing game. He didn't want to play nothing so we came up with a deal. If I beat him then I could take sign off and-oh shit-uh-damn-Crap!

I just realised I just announced all that to whole train.

[ SIGH. ]

Sorry train people. I'll get off the intercom now...

sorry Mr Stark.

[dredefulchilde]

Are you always this pathetic?