Some swearing... pretty mild.

This came to me while looking for lego...

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I don't like to clean. It's wasteful of time and energy.

Just don't look under the bed... that's always been my rule.

Never have looked, never will look... oops.

Too late, McKay, you looked.

And?

Dust bunnies.

Tissues and bust dunnies... bust dunnies...? dust bunnies.

They quiver a bit... the tissues and the bunnies, blowing about gently as I breathe...

I know I'm breathing cos I can hear it.

Sounds kinda funny, sounds kinda... wet.

I think I see my missing running shoe...

Ooh.. a jigsaw piece... I need that... should go get that... Yup, I really should...

Sheppard says you can buy jigsaw pieces on e-bay.

E-bay doesn't work out here, stupid.

I'm not stupid, I'm... confused.

I think, maybe, that I shouldn't be on the floor like this. Mainly because...cos, I don't like to clean... I never clean.

Think. Yes, think. "Gentlemen, focus." Elizabeth says that sometimes.

She barely tolerates you.

Okay, focussing...

Eyes focussing... and blinking, focus and blink...

I feel dizzy, like I don't know which way is up.

You're pathetic, you know that, right?

Okay, floor is down, bed is up.

Floor's cold and it's making me shiver. I feel like I'm lying in a puddle.

I see my bed. Yes, I see my bed in my room. And I see under my bed because I'm lying in my room, by the side of my bed, and...

I hurt.

Jesus, I hurt...

There's a metallic taste in my mouth and I feel like spitting.

My eyes are hot and gritty, I wrinkle my nose cos... I smell something bad, something that reminds me of the infirmary or a night club washroom.

Maybe someone dropped me from a great height, and I went splat, breaking every bone in my body... because every bone in my body aches.

Always complaining, always whining...

No, that's not what happened: I remember, I came from dinner, I had a headache... and a cough. I took aspirin, washed my face. I was thirsty, so thirsty, and I drank and drank... threw up on the bathroom floor.

After that... don't know.

Might be needing some help here.

Okay, let's call for help then...

"Hhhh..."

Where's my radio? Fell off of course, never stays on. Piece of crap...

Never your fault, is it Rodney?

Maybe I'm sick. John said... some things... earlier... at dinner. They looked at me funny, said I was being...

Quiet. (Useless.)

I said some things too... Sorry, Teyla.

Getting a bit worried now, not very worried - just mildly so, especially as it's getting quite hard to breathe. I can really hear it now, in and out, in and out, like rubbing sand paper, and like... bubbles.

You should go, it's for the best.

God, yes... I'd really like to go now please, cos I think I just might be dying...

Shit... someone, anyone, please...

People like you shouldn't even be here.

I need someone... please...

You're pathetic, you know that... right?

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TBC and thanks for reading...