Snippet #15187

Mudd was suddenly awakened from his drug induced coma to see the nurse holding a needle and smiling eariely. He jolted up right and scanned his surroundings with paranoid eyes before remembering that he suffered a temporary break down after seeing a harsh reflection of himself in a mirrior. However he couldn't remember much after that, it was all just a blur with only bits and pieces sticking out. His heart was racing from the medecine the nurse had injected into him causing blood to trickle from his newly stitched self-inflected wound.

"Now how the fuck did I wind up with this?" He looked at the wound. "AND WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE A PURPLE STITCHES. Yew weirdo's get some kinda' kick outa' makin mah arm look like some kinda queer skunk?" It was obivious he was still in a foul mood, though the PCP had improved his out look slightly as he smile oddly and swayed as he stood. "Now how about we git down to business eh?" He said as he turned his back and walked down the hall, dragging his spade behind him. Sure he didn't know where he was going but he was confident the others would take his lead and follow. And if not, well...one never knows the possibilities a night can hold. He smiled at the certainty of spilled blood in the near future.