Bashing St.Paul's

I spent most of last night in the hospital. Not for me, but for Kelsey. Some fuck up nurse at Three Bridges told her she had Meningitis, that her brain was exspanding and she was gonna die. So we went to the hospital. After multipal blood tests, a spinal tap an IV and a whole lotta morphine, they sent her away and they still don't know what's wrong with her. Smoke and me werent around to ask, cause some fucking security gaurd told us to go away. She said we were bothering the patients by smoking on the steps in front of the hospital. (If shes gonna kick us out for a dumb reason, she ought to research it first. There are no paients in the wing we were sittin in front of.) Well needless to say, she still feels like shit, exsept now she's got a hangover from hospital stink and morphine. We don't know what's wrong but, we're sleeping behind the hospital in case anything goes bad.