taylor bleeding

Taylor James had always lived an ironic life, if his starship came in he would be waiting at the space shuttle station.  It had always seemed the universe always liked to see him with pie in his face.  This of course happened on every world, a chosen one took the brunt of the bad look, so the rest of the species could marvel out how much rotten luck had.  Taylor wasn't that person, no he wasn't lucky enough to be special.  But still he whole life he had been plagued with luck, if he wanted to died he would jump off a building and lnd in a truck full of mattresses, but if he wanted to live pots would fall from windows, meteors would change course and aim for his head, and empires would send their best assassins to kill him.  The only way he could ever survive was to convince himself that he didn't want to live then he would be invisible.
 
 It had been no diiferent today, except maybe he was a bit confused on if he wanted to live or die.  He was miserable, and he was getting worse.  The medics had been itching to try out some new equipment.  There for they had robed, and pronged, and otherwised molested him for 15 minutes before one declared in a voice worthy of a tv detective, "This man has been beat up."
 
 "Ok I had enough." Taylor choose that point to shoot, and rip out an iv. He almost shrieked with pain but he kept his composure, "My God man I was beating up, I didn't contract malaria on Panama canal."
 
  "Taylor be reasonable." Lt. Lockhart tried to hold him back down.
 
 "Reasonable, you marines can turn a day at the beach into a fullscale invasio, and you are telling me to be reasonable."
 
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OOC: Sorry but I might be running out of time
 
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