tdr_backup | SWM Seeking Desperate Member of the NHS

~It's with a groan that he slumps into the marsh of Level Five, arms folded over his middle. He's just felt something burst, and it's a horrible sensation. He can picture it in his mind- a membrane, veins bulging around it, suddenly expanding like a balloon grasped in the middle and exploding with mucus to line his insides. He curses his own ever-colourful imagination. That's probably not even what's happened; everyone extrapolates their problems. He's probably pulled something, is all.

Still, he's starting to hope for some company that doesn't come from those drowning nearby. He's never wanted a nurse before, but now he'd love a nubile young male nurse to fawn over him. Some palm leaves, maybe a glass of good wine. While he's at it, he'd like a long warm bath and a fluffy dressing-gown too.

A large tentacle rears up from the depths a few feet from him and it's with an unbecoming yelp that he jumps up and legs it to higher ground.~

Pain, pain, pain, ow.

~He limps to the top of a small hill and uses the vantage point to survey his surroundings, really hoping for that nurse to show up.~