jeremiah [da vinci] strong

I am on my own My own hero Will stay strong I'm making waves oh I'm making waves In my heart again I'm making waves

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agenteclipse:

        “i think so,” she replied with a nod, watching as he prepped to treat her. “testing with the others on the larger machinery.” this past year had pushed her, the tactical agents needing to see everything she could handle with super strength. she had hurt herself, and others, in the process. lola took a deep breath as he pressed on her shoulder, feeling a slight tinge of pain with the applied pressure. “it doesn’t hurt, but it is uncomfortable.” her eyes lit up at the topic, smiling as he questioned her in greek. she wasn’t sure what he was saying, but figured she could guess. “i don’t, no. it’s not one that i’ve tried to pick up. is it very difficult?” 

“Well, it seems you tested a little too hard,” Jeremiah joked, then turned serious. “I know the tactical agents like to push field agents, but you need to learn how to stop before you’re injured. Thankfully, this just seems like a pulled muscle.” He started testing her range of motion with the arm. “Try lifting your arm to the front for me? Now to the side? Does any of that hurt?” He watched her do the movements as he answered, “Not very difficult, no. A lot of English words, especially medical ones, have Greek roots, so that makes it easier.”

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ofbeckhams:

SURE STEPS CARRY the male over to the examination table, palms pressed flat on the surface behind him as beckham lifts himself up. ‘ absolutely gorgeous, ’ he drawls with a grin that slides across his lips like honey. ‘ nice and warm, sand’s great– bit humid if you prefer dry heat, though. ’ he shrugs again, nonplussed as if they’re discussing something as trivial as their favorite film. the male quiets as the doctor works, feet swinging as he dutifully holds the thermometer under his tongue until it beeps before handing it back over. ‘ nothing out of sorts, really, ’ beckham answers lightly, putting his weight back onto his palms. ‘ been doing some picture training– get shown a photo of a location with no other context, see if i can get there and get back in one piece with all my bits still functioning. we’ve also been testing just how… much i can jump with me. fun shite like that. ’

“Guess I’ll have to visit sometime,” Jeremiah said. “Though, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll take a plane instead,” he joked. He reads the thermometer and sets it down. “Well, your pulse, breathing, and temperature are all fine, so that’s good,” he said. He hummed in confirmation that he heard what Beckham was saying about his training. “Have you ever been to Dubai before?” he asked. “And how would you say you’ve been sleeping lately. Besides waking up in different places, I mean.”

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agcntares:

aleksei was not an idiot; knowing very well that he kept pushing jeremiah’s button until the damm of the constant calm exterior inevitable would break. yet, it was as if he was unable to stop - driven mad by being forced behind a desk; losing a bit more sanity each day that passed without a weapon in hishand. “describe it?” aleksei forced out through clenched teeth, with the doctor’s close by his side. his tone was almost mocking the medician - with a short glance cast down on the limb which was nothing more than scar tissue and severed muscles hanging onto the bone. “my arm looks like a fucking CHEW TOY, doc, so i reckon that it doesn’t feel gre-..” the snarky response fell short; cut off with a sharp inhale of air as immense pain protested the doctor’s tentative movements of the arm by shooting up and down his shoulder. the soldier’s voice was significantly softer once it was heard again; “.. it feels like it always does, jeremiah.”

Jeremiah made note of the movement that made Aleks stop his tirade. “Just because something looks bad doesn’t mean that it hurts,” Jeremiah told Aleks calmly. “And I know you’re going to hate me for saying this, but hear me out before reacting: it’s good that it hurts. Because, that means you still have feeling. With how bad your arm was, there was a significant chance of losing it completely or being paralyzed. The fact that you have feeling means you have some use of it. Now, I want to test your strength and dexterity.” He stood in front of Aleks. He held up his arm. “Pull my arm as hard as you can, then try to push me away as hard as you can.” He braced himself. Sometimes field agents, even when injured, were quite strong.

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agcntares:

“what is the POINT of pain killers if you don’t take them to ‘ mask the pain’ ?” aleksei was quick to ridicule the doctor - despte jeremiah’s clear expertise in the subject. perhaps it was due to being on edge from the medication; or it had something to do with his innate lack of anger management,  but patience had never been aleksei’s strong suit. and, with pushing the one year mark of his accident - time was definitely something he had had too much of.  “i’ve been through physical therapy. i’ve been waiting and resting and staying out of the field for months, now.” almost a hint of desperation reached his voice as he met the other’s gaze. “i’m ready. i know that i can get back to where i was before - you just need to WORK with me, doc.”

Jeremiah closed his eyes to avoid rolling them and sighed deeply. “Pain killers are not a permanent solution,” he explained. “They work for a little while, but you can’t take more and more so that you can do things when your body should be telling you to stop.” He got up and went to wash his hands. “I am working with you, Aleksei,” Jeremiah said. “As much as I can.” He dried his hands and went over to look at Aleks’s arm, making sure everything at least didn’t appear any worse. “Describe the pain to me,” he told Aleks, even though he’d asked him to do this several times before and it wasn’t like Jeremiah had forgotten. No, this was to see if anything had changed. All the while, Jeremiah worked on moving Aleks’s arm to see if anything prompted a pain reaction.

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starrlvght:

yoona scoffed once again with a sneer, the spoiled brat inside her shining through. she knew jeremiah was too nice to agree with her and so decided that arguing about field agents of all things was just not worth it. “hmm, a zombie da vinci still working at his desk? what a sight to behold that would be,” she joked with a wry grin. the other’s theatrics made her snort in amusement. “yeah, sure. i’m just saying, leave that self-deprecating humor to the millennials. it doesn’t fit old men like you,” the young woman teased.

“Hey, you never know, the serum might have also made me immortal,” Jeremiah joked. He knew that wasn’t possible - the serum only granted one power. “But, if I do come back as a zombie to continue my work, I give you full permission to be disgusted by my rotting corpse. It’s okay. I won’t be hurt.” He gasped when she called him an old man. “Old man?!” he asked. “Old man?! I am not old! And if I am, shouldn’t you be showing some respect to your elders?” He was just joking, of course.

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agenteclipse:

         “i don’t come in to visit you that often, do i?” there’s a small smile on her lips as the girl entered the hospital room. although the biomedical department was her least favorite part of mercy, she found herself a frequent visitor over the past year. the serum had limited her injuries, since most things could be avoided if you knew how to properly control super strength - but the check ups and occasional injury was enough to keep her returning. “i’m hoping it’s nothing major this time,” lola said, pulling her arm across her chest, wincing slightly as a muscle in her shoulder pulled. “maybe just a heating pad or small massage of the muscle.” she sat down on the patient table, adjusting her tank top so he could see her right shoulder. “ah,” pointing in the direction of the sound, she turned to him. “what are you learning today?” 

“No, not as often as some others,” Jeremiah laughed, going over to the sink to wash his hands. He watched as she winced when she moved her arm. “Pulled muscle?” he guessed. “How did you receive the injury?” he asked, drying his hands and then going over to examine her shoulder. “No visible injury,” he assured her, then started gently pressing on the muscle of her shoulder. “Let me know if anything I do hurts,” he said. He glanced up at the question about what he was learning. “Greek,” he told her with a smile. “Δεν το μιλάς, έτσι?” he asked, which meant, ‘You don't happen to speak it, do you?‘

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nadczhda:

playful , harmless            two of the many words she used to describe her flirtations. no other end goal than to get a reaction from the other party.  doe eyes feigned innocence , fluttering lashes framing them like a prison  ;  she chuckles , answering only after her curl had been freed from the metal.  ❝  not a soul.  F U N N Y , ain’t it  ?  ❞  nadine adjusted the strands of her golden garment perfectly around her porcelain shoulders , fingers then pushing her hair around her shoulders.  ❝  but , putting that aside , i did come here to seek advice.  ❞  a one eighty in the answer she’d given the medical professional earlier , raising a silver bracelet from her left wrist to  uncover a deep purple coloration on her skin.  ❝  i didn’t think much of it at first , but it’s been causing a certain  …  discomfort whenever i bend it too far to the left. would you mind taking a look at it  ?  ❞

“Very funny,” Jeremiah said. “Perhaps we’ve been invaded and neither of us noticed.” It was a dry joke, but a joke nonetheless. His interest piqued when she took off her bracelet to reveal a bruise. “Yeah, I’ll look at it,” he said, pulling on a pair of gloves. He took her hand gently and inspected the bruise. “Looks pretty fresh,” he said. “What did you do to get this?” He started gently rotating her hand. “Let me know if you feel any pain,” he told her.

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ncrdish:

         * ･ ˙ ˖ ✶          →    ❝     ones i don’t even remember as a kid i guess , things i can’t even remember doing naturally , as in before the serum , they seem to be the ones that cause damage .     ❞     there was no use hiding from him , after all , he probably knew better than most . but his second question was a little harder to distinguish , the pain moved slowly , but seemed to be a heavy pressure from her temples to the nape of her neck .      ❝     it’s kind of an all over pain , pressure really , more than anything but on occasion if i try to ignore it , it’s like a stabbing sensation , you know ?     ❞     

“For me,” Jeremiah said, though he didn’t make this public knowledge, “the serum strengthened memories from before I took it. I would have expected differently - I would have thought that ones from before would seem... blurry. And in a way, they do. But I can bring them to the surface more easily.” He frowned at her words that the before memories caused the most damage. “Can you explain any of the memories for me? If they’re too private, I understand, but it might help to explain them.” Jeremiah bit his lip, considering, when she talked about where the pain was. “Hm,” he said, considering. “Have you taken any pain relievers for the pain?” he asked as he gently felt her lymph nodes. Normal. 

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agcntares:

aleksei’s features carried the SAME old expression; the lack of sleep, the lack of adrenaline pumping through his veins in the way it only did when he was on the battlefield, surely has taken it’s toll on him. pale and tired, the tactician barely let jeremiah’s question reach him before his own lips curled and spat out his response. “i THOUGHT you said that my arm would be better with those drugs you gave me?” the sentence was finished off with a tentative swing of his left arm - the normally stoic expression moving into momentary lines of anguish at the unwelcome strain. “i need something else - or at the very least MORE of that crap… can’t you amp up my dosage, doc? 

Jeremiah sighed when he realized it was Aleks stepping into his office. Treating Aleks was always... a challenge. And Jeremiah always felt a little guilty, like Aleks’s pain was his fault. He’d been the first responder to get to him, after all, the one who treated him first and kept him alive. He shakes away the memory before he can get to the gory parts. “I can’t keep giving you pain medication to mask the pain,” Jeremiah told Aleks. “Pain is your body’s sign to slow down,” he reminded him. “The only thing that’s going to help is physical therapy and time. And it might not ever be the same as it was before. I never promised you that.”

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vergil-knightridge:

“I have a migraine or a heart-ache… again. I know, I know…” Vergil said, a chuckle on his lips as his hand instinctively raised towards his temple. Normally, the powers given to him by the gamma serum was easy enough to sort with, unfortunately, unlike a physical power, it sometimes made it harder for him to focus. Especially when there were too many strong emotions running amock, like when on a debate class or in this case - a food fight that just started in the canteen. All the tripping and laughing and the escalating need to hit and fight easily overloaded his system, especially if he wasn’t able to meditate beforehand.  “A room filled willed crazy hormones out of stress and so was bound to erupt, I just wish it wasn’t when I was there.” Vergil went over to sit on the patient’s chair, letting his head rest on the cool wall behind him and closing with eyes. Taking a breather, he took a small peek at the Jeremiah. “What are you reading about?” he asked. Normally he did ask, all of the time in fact, listening to one emotion and relaxing to that tone usually helped calm his nerves down.

“Ah,” Jeremiah said, understanding what Vergil meant. Vergil had told Jeremiah about the side effects of his gamma injection a while ago. Jeremiah tried to get all the agents to tell him about the side effects they experienced; it helped with his research and he could help them in the meantime. Jeremiah turned off the Greek language CD he’d been playing. “Dihydropyrimidine dehydrogenase deficiency, he told Vergil. “It’s a genetic mutation that disrupts the production of  uracil and thymine in the cell. It makes people dangerously allergic to some cancer treatments. The article is about a new way to test for it before beginning cancer treatments in patients.” He shrugged. “Just some light reading to pass the time.” And this really was light reading for Jeremiah. Granted, most reading was for him. He was glad he wasn’t experiencing any strong emotions at the minute; he was fairly content, which should help Vergil. 

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theodvra:

‘ not intentionally, ’ she defends herself, although frankly, with how HARD she’d been going at the bag, one might be able to argue differently. still, she doesn’t complain any further as he examines the cut, murmuring in AGREEMENT when he mentioned that knuckles wound tend to hurt, minor injury or not. ‘ just a regular one, ’ she admits, and has the decency to at least sound a little SHEEPISH about it, although a hint of PETULANCE manages to seep into her voice as she tries to explain, ‘ the first aid kit in the gym was out of knuckle bandages, and i figured a regular bandage would’ve been better than NOTHING. guess i was wrong, but this is why i work in intel, not here. ’ she pulls her hand back once the bandage is on, flexing her fingers tentatively. the cut still THROBS, but it’s nothing like the sharp, stinging pain from earlier, so she counts it as a win. ‘ thanks. ’ still cradling her injured hand to her chest, theo gestures at the journal the man had put down when she’d entered by angling her head towards his desk. ‘ slow day today ? ’

“Mhm,” Jeremiah hums sarcastically. “It is better than nothing to put a regular bandage one instead of a knuckle one, but you’d have to be careful about keeping it straight, and given which finger it is, if you were to curl your other fingers you’d go around flipping everyone off. Which I don’t really recommend in a place with people as volatile as we have here.” He watches her flex her finger. “Still, take some ibuprofen if it keeps hurting, and no punching until it’s healed unless it’s an emergency.” He glanced over at the journal when she pointed it out. “Oh, yes. I was in the lab for a while, but I have office hours for the rest of the day. And my rats are still developing their powers since I injected them with the serum, so until they do I can’t draw blood from them.” He did test on rats, because he couldn’t really do human experimentation, but he was very attached to his rats and made sure they were treated well. Most of his tests, once they were given the serum, were not very invasive, anyway, just small blood draws or saliva swabs so he could work on seeing what exactly the gamma serum had changed about their physicality.

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starrlvght:

“yeah, eager to make my life difficult perhaps,” she added with a roll of her eyes. “as if you’d ever retire, old man. i’ve never seen anyone more obsessed with their job and everyone here is pretty fucking married to theirs.” it had been always something that caught her attention; the zealousness in which most agents poured themselves into their work. “stop it with that self-deprecating shit,” she snapped. “it’s not even half as cute as you think it is.” 

“Hey, each one of them has probably had more concussions than the entirety of the NFL combined, and yet they still manage to save our asses most of the time. They’re not trying to be difficult. Most of them, at least,” Jeremiah said. There were always exceptions to everything. He laughed when he was called out on his comment about retirement. “You’re right. I’m working until the day I die, and I’m not sure even that’ll stop me,” he said proudly. He laughed when she told him his behavior wasn’t cute. “Oh, you wound me!” he said dramatically, putting his hands on his heart. “Fine, fine, I am the best friend in the world, does that make you happy?” he laughed.

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theodvra:

deft feet navigate the winding corridors of the facility with EASE, mind elsewhere as her body moves on autopilot. theo’s made enough trips to the medical center – both to be patched up, and just for the fun of it – to be able to walk the route in her SLEEP, if only she slept enough for that to be possible. hands flex at her side without thinking, and theo winces as the cut across the middle knuckle on her right hand only deepens, cursing lightly under her breath. the sting of the wound forces her back to REALITY, and she quickens her pace, suddenly all the more eager to get the injury dressed. a light frown mars her features at the remark. ‘ why do you assume i did anything to myself? ’ a pause, and then, ‘ okay fine, i split my knuckle while working the bag. ’ quick strides take her across the room, and she drops into the empty chair as she holds her knuckle out for his inspection. ‘ i tried to dress it myself, but it hurt like a BITCH and the bandaging looked like abolute shit, so. ’

Jeremiah put down his journal and rolled in his wheely-chair over to the sink to wash his hands. He then pulled on a pair of gloves and turned to Theo. “So it is something you did to yourself,” he pointed out with a raised eyebrow. He took her hand and examined the wound. “Oh, this is nothing, barely even a cut,” he said, looking at it. “But I know knuckle wounds do hurt a lot, I know.” He got out a knuckle bandage, some rubbing alcohol, cotton swabs, and Neosporin. “Did you have a knuckle bandage or just a regular bandage? Regular ones will fall off a knuckle dressing,” he said as he started cleaning the wound and applying the antibacterial gel. Then he put on the bandage. “And there you go.”

[shesgodly]

ONE  HAND  RESTED  ON  HIS  CHEEK  WHILE  the  other  was  tapping  on  the  surface  of  his  desk.  he  yawned  ,  eyes  WANDERING  to  the  clock.  he  remembered  when  he  used  to  RUSH  home  to  where  his  wife  and  daughters  waited  patiently  ,  now  —  he  had  nothing  to  look  forward  too.  ❝  i  —  i  am  —   ❞  he  yawned  once  more  ,  ❝  i  PROMISE  i’m  listening.   can  you  just  ,  REPEAT  everything  again  ??  ❞       

GENERAL  STARTER  /  STATUS:  OPEN DATE  &  TIME:  FEB  2  @  MIDNIGHT  ↷   LOCATION:  CHAMP’S  OFFICE

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Jeremiah sighed, taking a seat across from Mateo rather than standing in his doorway. “You know what, it wasn’t that important,” he decided. He mostly just hated repeating things. It was a waste of time for someone who didn’t forget. He knew other people did forget, but still, Jeremiah got bored easily. “What’s got you staying here so late? Looks like you should be getting home to sleep. Unless, that is, you want keyboard marks on your face when you inevitably fall asleep on your laptop.”

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ofbeckhams:

one of the most rudimentary and essential habits learned in training for such a career path is that of LIGHT sleeping. a heightened sense of awareness at all times could mean the difference between life and death, and insomnia allowing, beckham isn’t usually one to hibernate for extended periods of time. THIS, however, takes light sleeping to any entirely different LEVEL. ‘ oh, YOU KNOW, ’ beckham answers with a casualness unmatched by his impending sarcasm, fingers pushing through brown locks to dislodge a few grains of sand, ‘ did a few crossword puzzles, filed my taxes, woke up on a fucking beach in DUBAI. ’ broad shoulders lift into a shrug. ‘ which, of course, isn’t exactly a problem– it’s a beautiful up and coming country and all that peaceful shit, but i’d rather NOT wake up balls deep in the atlantic tomorrow morning. ’

Jeremiah chuckled at Beckham’s story. He couldn’t help it, given the tone the other man had taken and the way he’d explained it, despite it being a very serious problem. “Was Dubai nice, at least?” he asked, trying to lighten the situation before getting into the nitty gritty. Jeremiah knew he couldn’t put it off, though, so he sighed and set aside the journal he’d been reading. “Okay, take a seat. I’m going to take your vitals. You might just be sick. Not that that makes your sleep-teleportation any less worrisome, but at least we’d be able to say it wouldn’t be permanent.” He went over to take Beckham’s pulse, temperature, and blood pressure. “How have you been training with your teleportation lately? Any specific practices? Has it been getting easier or harder to teleport, or has there been any specific changes in how it’s been functioning?” Jeremiah found Beckham’s power particularly interesting. He wanted to study it further, and this could be the perfect opportunity.

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nadczhda:

❝  ME  ?               nothing, doc.  ❞  a coy smile permanent on painted lips , nadine’s heels clicked closer to jeremiah with a waltz that rivalled angels. poised body , emerald greens took in the surroundings mindlessly until manicured fingers softly touched the surface of his wooden  D E S K. a small relief for her feet from the pain she had accustomed them to.  ❝  my zipper’s stuck  &  i’m afraid a strand of my hair might’ve gotten caught in the metal. would you mind fixing it  ?  i can’t reach.  ❞  a blatant lie , but anything to see the handsome doctor.  &  with her sickening need to take care of her appearance , it wouldn’t be too hard to believe it could happen.

Jeremiah fought the urge to roll his eyes at Spade’s request. Her flirtations were... uncomfortable sometimes, but he put up with them. Even if he wasn’t gay, she’d still be ten years his junior, which he considered too young for him. But, he didn’t want to come out or cause any tension in the ranks, so he just put up with her flirting. It wasn’t that bad, really, even if sometimes he just wanted to scream ‘I’m gay, woman!’ at her. Until he felt comfortable enough to do that, though, he put up with it. Didn’t mean he had to acknowledge or encourage it though. “And you couldn’t find anyone between the living quarters and here to help you?” he asked, incredulous but teasing. He sighed and started fixing her dress. To her credit, she did have a hair stuck in the zipper, which he carefully extracted before zipping the dress the rest of the way.

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agcntartemis:

quinn could feel the ache in her body and bones, and while she would’ve preferred to just sleep it off, she knew she was in a lot more pain then she was letting be known and probably more then even she was aware of. she was sure she pushed herself more then she should’ve on this mission but if she was able to, she was going to. not allowing anything to get in her way. especially with her new found strength. she dragged herself through the halls, doing her best to keep her posture, as she made her way to the medical center. quinn sat herself down, and sighed. “that’s a hard question. and it’s all distant memories now. like. i’m too exhausted to recall it. but i’m back and alive so it probably went all according to plan.” quinn almost pleaded. “but all i want to know is if i’ll be good for tomorrow.”

“You don’t even remember what happened?” Jeremiah asked, worried. To be fair, he got worried whenever people forgot things, because he was so used to not forgetting anything now. But when someone came limping into his office, it was even more worrisome. He rolled his chair over and took out a small light from his lab coat pocket. He shined it in Quinn’s eyes, checking her pupil dilation. “Okay, your pupils look fine, but just in case, tell me your name, the year, and what seven plus fifteen is.” He was worried about a concussion. He’d seen more of them here than he’d frankly want to. Field agents took so many conks to the head that he worried about them developing traumatic brain injuries someday.