Doctor_Plague

@ryth: @_vex_:

The good doctor raised his shoulders. They fell of their own accord.

Should anything have actually happened in those fleeting instances of time, nothing would have changed fin all reality. He still could not outrun a bullet. He could not outfight these trained killers, and his explorations of the mind had told him to try and reason with mentally ill patients as little as possible. They would not hear his cries for reason, their minds were too far lost to the decay of whatever ailment afflicted them. Miserable, then, to think of it as a simple process.

These people who came to him in a sharp attempt at their own order and proven once and for all the unsalvageable nature of the machine of humanity. Sooner or later the disease would claim the person responsible for killing him. He was just a single man, immune but vulnerable all the same.

"I see," he replied bluntly. "There is no possible cure,"

Yet he did have one option - and he took it.

His hands grasped the bannister to the scaffolding, and pulled him over.

Bullets, if any, would ricochet on the cold steel or find warm flesh to pocket inside of.

He wouldn't have time to cry out in pain before being submerged in the vats of the chemical cocktail being pumped out of the factory. With that same washout, he would also be carried.

Practically a corpse, sucked out to sea.

@ryth: @_vex_:

"Your patience?" Dr. Monroe chimed in wearily from under his burlap sack mask. "Why I'm the only doctor here, and I've already seen all of mine for tonight,"

He held up his hands in a modicum of surrender, just to keep the gun in front of him from being fired. He certainly had a flair for the dramatic, and had his hands deep in the innards of science and medicine technology. But he still had a grasp on what kept him alive, and the woman in front of him seemed to not have that same intent to take his hand when he slipped and fell - in a theoretical, and metaphorical, sense at least.

"If you're going to shoot me, then who will tend to the sick and the dying?" he murmured, standing his ground.

They were above a scaffolding area overlooking some of the larger vats to the chemical waste. The industrial plant had been famous for creating some of the better known cleaning implements in Bludhaven, and this had been the byproduct of keeping up with the times. Residues from failed experiments, pure trash compounds and runoff washing down the walls in clumps. Dr. Monroe found it fascinating that so much had gone the way of rainwater in a gutter, and also deplorable. So many of these potential cleaning supplies could be converted into medications for his patients, and it was just being washed down the drain.

Such a waste...

I hate naps.

@rosso:

Absolutely disgusting.

@rosso:

Starfire looks like she was there for something else and they just decided to keep her around.

@hawkshade:

Oof

So not even memes, eh?

@pronoia:

When something is effective, people take it for granted and use it in excess of its intended dosage. They die, but it keeps happening because this multiplied effect feels 'good'. That is why it's illegal, it's because doing things like that is dangerous for everyone involved when a doctor isn't around.

@hawkshade:

Someone was looking for a gif of the scene where Aquaman's skin breaks the needles :P

@pronoia:

People were abusing it.