Doctor's Orders

Doctor's Orders

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"You realize that I can reap your soul anytime right?" "Well excuse me if you don't seem very threatening right now. You look like an anaemic vegetable." "What did you say to me?" "Say what you want, but there is no way I'm letting you get off that bed in that condition." "I'm fucking death. You can't order me around." "And I'm the doctor. Move an inch and I'll Midazolam you." *** The only thing Death wants is to stay in hell and have a nice long bath in the river of lost souls. All that goes out the window when the reaper in charge of the Shinjuku district in Tokyo goes on strike. What was supposed to be a simple "catch-the-reaper" mission grows complicated when he accidentally gets run over by a motorbike. Next thing Death knows, he is being detained to a bed by the motorbike rider - a (cute) med student. If that wasn't bad enough, he makes the terrifying discovery that an all-cupcake diet just won't cut it for the human body. Pity.
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