Yeah, again, I... think you've done enough talking for one day. Pretty sure your mother wouldn't be thrilled if I let you get alcohol poisoning.
[ Nor would he be thrilled himself. Archer's in a fragile state right now, and the last thing he needs is to end up in the hospital again, especially with anything that could cause loss of consciousness. Because that's seriously not good for you.
To say nothing of the fact that he's resumed drinking like a full-time alcoholic and not a man who's been sober for three years. Not like they run Everclear into those IV lines. He suppresses a shudder at the memory when the tangle of tubes and wires running in and out of Archer's body comes back all-too-vivid, right alongside all the times he's watched morphine and saline and rocephin and dextrose drip into his own body, back when he had one.
No. Stop that. You still have a body. You can sleep, you can feel pain, you can breathe. You're a human being. He dredges up Dr. Fleischer's voice, slow and even and touched by a trace of Upstate New York: Would you call somebody with prostheses less human? ] Come on. You've been totally dry for the past three years. You're going to spend the rest of the evening throwing up if you have any more.
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[ Nor would he be thrilled himself. Archer's in a fragile state right now, and the last thing he needs is to end up in the hospital again, especially with anything that could cause loss of consciousness. Because that's seriously not good for you.
To say nothing of the fact that he's resumed drinking like a full-time alcoholic and not a man who's been sober for three years. Not like they run Everclear into those IV lines. He suppresses a shudder at the memory when the tangle of tubes and wires running in and out of Archer's body comes back all-too-vivid, right alongside all the times he's watched morphine and saline and rocephin and dextrose drip into his own body, back when he had one.
No. Stop that. You still have a body. You can sleep, you can feel pain, you can breathe. You're a human being. He dredges up Dr. Fleischer's voice, slow and even and touched by a trace of Upstate New York: Would you call somebody with prostheses less human? ] Come on. You've been totally dry for the past three years. You're going to spend the rest of the evening throwing up if you have any more.