*Sagittarius Blue is lying in bed, in a tormented and disturbed slumber. One moment he is stirring fitfully, flailing about in a panicked rage... the next, he is still. Pisces Pink sits by his side, bewildered and at a loss as far as what to do.
Pisces Pink: Oh, Sagittarius... I don't know what to do. I know about your condition... what happens to you when you get badly hurt... especially when you get head trauma... I'm so worried. Why won't you get help? You can't even sleep. Even when you sleep, you have flashes of... rage. What... what can I do? I want to help you, but...
*Pisces begins to cry softly as Sagittarius snarls and struggles in his slumber... he suddenly stops. Pisces breathes a sigh of relief.
And then Sagittarius roars one word in an incredible moment of unbridled anger...
Sagittarius Blue: SHAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!
*And then he lies still.
Pisces sits silently, her look of concern deepening... until it changes into an expression of deep-seated anger.
Pisces Pink: Shaz. This is ALL YOUR FAULT. So help me, if I can't help Sagittarius get better... I'll help him destroy you.