Neoteny wrote:Tequila...
Oliver woke up with his head pounding, as he expected. The last thing he could remember was body shots off of... the girl lying next to him. Surprised, sick, and a little worried, Ollie snuck slowly out of her bed and inched out the room. He rushed to the bathroom down the hall and promptly vomited up a colorful collection of gummi worms and miscellaneous WaHo dining fare. After this delightful experience, the wonder that is the beer shits hit him like a ton of bricks. Terrible shitty bricks. Too busy pondering what he would do to counteract this obviously rapid onset of dehydration, he failed to notice a bit of blood before he flushed. He continued his escape down the apartment hall to his room, where he chugged two glasses of water, puked again, then nursed a glass of water, before going back to bed. He'd feel better after some rest. It seems, however, that he took more with him out of his lady friend's room than a hangover. Everyone welcome CoheedCambria09 to the game. Say "hi" to the people.
Now to the important stuff. After a rather uneventful day, the microscopic invaders made a quick, accurate strike on Ollie's immune system. The first casualty, was pmchugh, an eosinophil granulocyte. Whilst monitoring another leukocyte, pmc was struck by an entrotoxin that promptly opened a pore in his membrane, causing him to swell and burst.
pmchugh: eosinophil granulocyte (Doctor) has been lysed.
Meanwhile, as animorpherv1, a mast cell, was stepping up to fulfill his destiny, the shining beacon of fate shown away from him and he was engulfed and digested by another cell.
animorpherv1: mast cell (Nurse) has been phagocytosed.
Oliver still has a chance, but his body is showing signs of weakness. He better keep drinking water, because that diarrhea is not showing any signs of slowing down...
Day 2 begins now.
I know there isn't another doc, or I wouldn't have started being a doctor (I didn't actually get to do that, I died the same night as the doctor)
vote: Macalester
