Medication

[lostamigo]

[Daniel sits in a common room, in a chair large enough to support his weight. In front of him, a TV. What's playing is the ending credits to a western, as the cast rides off into the sunset. Looks like he's been sitting here for a while. And, as soon as someone passes by, he speaks.]

...I made a mistake. Can't move my leg. On the table over there, a syringe. Can you give it to me? Sorry about that.

Comments

[sang_av_helten]

I did not fall asleep. I was simply resting my eyes.

[Cat gives Daniel a look of annoyance before giving a fluffy shrug.]

But I will ignore that comment since you are a comrade in need.

[Skald is going to trot over to the syringe, carefully walking around it to ponder how to get it to the cyborg. Carrying it over might be a bit tricky, rolling it might lead to it getting damaged. Hmm.]

[lostamigo]

...You can't lift it with your paws, can you.

[sang_av_helten]

... They were not designed for such a task.

[lostamigo]

Can you push the whole table? It's not a very heavy one.

[sang_av_helten]

Aha! Of course! With this the issue of possible injury or damage will be averted completely!

[Skald would applaud the idea if he had hands. Paws don't make for good clapping, even if it is adorable. Either way the cat is now attempting to push the table over to Daniel, often having to stop to see where he was going.]

[lostamigo]

[Daniel waits patiently as the table is slowly pushed in his direction... Or maybe he's suffering from a small heart attack caused by that clapping attempt. As soon as it's within his reach, he grabs the table, pulls it closer, and gives himself an injection straight in the heart.]

...Thanks. You're a helpful cat. Sorry for making you do this exercise.

[sang_av_helten]

I am not unused to testing myself physically. My ancestors were the companions of warriors of times long past.

[He fluffs up proudly.]

If I could not move a simple table it would have been shameful.

[lostamigo]

Good. What else can you move? The chair I'm sitting on?