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[Shinzon is not happy. Not happy at all. He's in a lot of pain, but he is really accustomed to fighting bodily agony, so the only emotion he's sending out is rage.]

Where is he?

[For all those poor schmucks in the infirmary, Shinzon is puling off whatever bandages he has around his neck, intent on getting the hell out of there.]

Where is he?

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[Shinzon doesn't like taking orders. That hypo may be necessary, because Shinzon his shoving McCoy's hands away, trying to stand on the other side of the bed.] I said get off me!

For the love of god- and I said lie down! [Yeah, he's got that hypo out, set to HUMAN levels, just saying Shinzon, just saying. Have an attempt at stabbing the whining kid's neck with a sedative that will keep him in bed at the very least. Whether it hits or not is up to you, my friend.]

[Oh, that neck that was recently severed? His bedside manner is so very wonderful, it really feels great. Shinzon snarls and grabs for McCoy's arm as the hypo depresses, seriously considering breaking it. Instead, he shoves, still trying to get out of the bed - and tottering a little. Now see, if it was set to REMAN levels, he'd be out.]

[It was more the shoulder/neck junction ok, Mr Picky. And he falls back at the shove, god damn bald bastard, clutching the edge of the bed to pull himself back up. He went back to trying to restrain Shinzon, and if you were online I could ask you if it's ok to have Shego jump in because McCoy's about to call for her. If it isn't we'll just say she's preoccupied.]

Shego, damnit, give me a hand over here!

[If I was online I'd say it's totally cool for Shego to jump in, because Shinzon wants to tear shit apart before he goes down. :> He's unsteady, thanks to the damn hypo, but refusing to go down; so once McCoy's in reaching distance again, he's trying to slam an elbow into the doctor's solar plexus. But he's not exactly on top of steady aim at the moment.]

[Shego was paying attention to the scuffle, started moving when it came to blows and and by the time McCoy's called for her she's already well on her way over.]

I'm coming, you'd think for a guy who'd lost his head he'd be a little more -

[She slides in behind the bald idiot, hands flaring up for the extra strength, then grabs both his arms and hauls them back. Hopefully he either a) won't try kicking or b) will try, fail and end up flat on his ass.]

You maybe wanna try again with that sedative, doc?

[Ow Shinzon, thanks for that elbow. Thankfully Shego came over in time to grab the idiot before he possibly used the lull to scamper off. McCoy stepped to the side and focused on his hypo.]

Apparently thick headed stubbornness carries more weight these days. [He said dryly, fixing the ext dosage so that it should knock the bastard out without ODing him from the previous dose, approaching again.]

[Anytime buddy. A growl left his mouth as his arms were jerked backed, and he didn't quite have the coherency to tell her in English to get off. Eying that hypo again, Shinzon threw his weight backwards, against Shego; he was aiming to slam her into the wall and shake her loose, but that was a little difficult with his balance slipping.]

Sonofa-!

[Well, the wall-slam happened, maybe not as hard as he'd hoped, and Shego felt her skull bounce off the wall - but instead of knocking her loose she just grabbed onto him tighter for support, digging her nails in. The moment the room stopped spinning she kicked at the back of his knees, trying to take advantage of his wavering balance to get him down.]

Shego- [McCoy stepped forward immediately, trying to jab the hypospray into the other man's shoulder. Again it is up to you if it hits, if you were online this would be easier woman. ]

[It would, but I have to go to class in a minute. :< So that hypo hits home, and Shinzon's knees give, his attempts to catch himself gawky and awkward and fruitless. Shinzon's not happy, and he's going to be out in another half minute.]

[Awesome. That feels like it actually worked. Shego staggers under the unexpected weight and shoves him vaguely towards the bed, not really caring at this point whether he ends up lying on the mattress or breaking his nose against the floor. ]

[McCoy sighs, taking the moment to run a hand over his face before focusing o Shego.] Y'alright Shego? [He asks, already checking her eyes for signs of concussion.]

I'm fine. Just great. [She rubs the bridge of her nose, blinking rapidly.]

...Might wanna strap him down. First day of the death toll had me practically comatose, what the heck do they raise kids on in the future?

[Pain and sorrow, Shego, pain and sorrow. Or quadtrotriticale. Shinzon hit the bed and was still trying to glare, but he was out. Strapping him down is a very good idea.]

Considering Dean had a similar reaction I'd say a thick skull must help dull the pain. [McCoy mutters as he goes about shifting Shinzon and doing just that.] Sit down Shego, I'll check you in a minute- and you- [He turns to Shinzon. Can Shinzon even hear him? Who cares, he's a doctor.] Try that stunt again when you wake up and your entire stay here will be a sedative induced haze.

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