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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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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

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?

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[voiceshall_echo]

[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.]

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

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.