I feel like making a general LJ announcement: "Coherency will return to this journal as soon as my uterus stops trying to escape through my spleen."

But in the meantime...

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“He took a bullet for me,” Lorne said, disbelieving.

John almost didn’t want to. He looked at Rodney, sweaty and pale on the gurney. “‘S okay,” Rodney slurred. “Had to. He. Recurring. Not like me.”

John turned to Lorne for an explanation. “He keeps saying that, sir. I don’t understand.”

Beckett was wheeling Rodney away. “You’re going to be all right,” he said, quiet reassuring whisper.

“Not worried,” Rodney said. They must be giving him the good drugs. “‘M a regular.”

“Sir?” said Lorne, as John’s mouth dropped open.

Looked like someone needed to have a serious chat with David.

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I just keep getting stupid flashes. I'm depending on you to handle things like "plot" and "narrative" and the aforementioned "coherency."