Darcie calmly stands to her feet, “Right, well if we’re actually doing this, then we’re going to need ICU equipment...” She says, staring at them both. Lukz stops guzzling his beer, then squints his eyes towards her, “What’s, ICU?” He asks, slightly slurred, with a half-filled gob of beer. Kevin turns towards him, “Intensive Care Unit. The place you basically go to when you’re gonna die.” He replies, bluntly. Darcie smirks, “Yep, you’re going to need a ventilator, monitoring equipment for your heart rate, blood pressure and oxygen levels in your blood, IV lines and pumps, a brain activity monitor, but most importantly... a catheter, just in case you piss yourself.” She says, giggling. Lukz swigs back the last drop of his beer, “Ha, me, piss myself? Hunnie, we all know I can drink

