Peter groaned. "Gareth, I am not going to be able to get a woman to come in here and sleep with someone she thinks is a mental patient!! And if I do, I could get sued or...something terrible could happen. I'm sorry...I know it terrible, but you got yourself in here. You have to deal with it. I...I don't know if I could find a donor either but..." Deirdre was running out of time. Dammit, they were stalling too long already. "Fuck. Fuck. Just...look, I...you can have my blood. Not all of it!!"
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Date: 2008-02-15 09:31 am (UTC)From: