a bloom in the desert.

i wanted to be more. indie oc; written by noel.

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lord this boy is draining?  anyway im going to log off him for the night

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ANGRY PATIENT #500 // ruinaa

        no, no, absolutely not. she swallows down the sudden flare of panic and forces herself to breathe. she’s fin. this is fine. she can get through this and then go home and this guy can fuck off to whatever layer of hell he crawled out of and they’ll both forget about this eventually.

         “i don’t have my i.d. with me, so you wouldn’t really know if i gave you a fake name, would you?” and thank god she doesn’t have her bag with her – she needs time to shuffle through the cards she carries in her wallet until she settles on the right one. “and no to the x-ray. everything else – fine.”

          no,  he wouldn’t.  but he had a photographic memory and if she ever came back and used a different name,  he would remember her face.  “  whatever.  just give me a name to put down.  “  he pulls out a paper,  snapping it shut on the top of the clipboard.  “  if you’re not going to get an x-ray,  then sign this.  so it’s not our fault if you’re bleeding from your brain and you wouldn’t let us check.  “ 

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FOOD FLINGER // specterae

she’s mad. and then she’s impressed. a small ‘oh’ falls on deaf ears. “how’d you do that?” and then to kill sincerity: “y’strip?”

          “  no.  “  maybe he should have checked for a concussion.  “  scholarships and parents.  “

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??? // maintainimage

   “ — this dude shows up at my house. “ long story short. “he doesn’t remember much of anything. do you think it’s a head injury or — ?”

           “  that could be a number of things.  head injury,  repression as a defense mechanism, blood loss or leakage....”  he runs a hand through his hair.  “  i would need more information then that.  “

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RAGE // guttersniper

        he hates doctors. ❝ touch m’ and i’ll skewer ya’ where ya’ stand. ❞

         “  i could take you to the hospital.  you’re a minor without parental guidance.  so  --  let me look at this wound,  or i call 911.  “

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LESS ANGRY PATIENT #500 // ruinaa

          oh, she hates him. absolutely, positively, one-hundred-percent hopes she never sees him again in her life. she bites the inside of her cheek until it hurts and then, finally, heaves out a sigh.

          “fine.” but only because she wants to go home. any longer here and she feels as though she’ll have a complete meltdown, and she likes to keep those private, thank you. “– – what do you want to know.”

          “  i need to check your vitals.  check for concussion,  get a quick x-ray.  “  his chart pops up now,  flipping through pages.  “  and a name.  a real name.  “  though he doubts she’ll give him that. 

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@mimicic //

          no,  no,  no  --  “  don’t eat all that!  “  he takes it away from it,  shoving them in his coat pocket.  “  that’s going to make you sick.  “

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ANGRY PATIENT #500 // ruinaa

          well, if she was hoping for some privacy, she’s certainly not going to get it. taking the phone from him, she dials roman’s number and watches him the entire time it rings. – and it rings, and it rings, and it rings. and he’s not going to answer, and she’s going to have to call shilah, and – there it is, his voice down the line. thank god.

          “– – hi.” she’s calling from an unfamiliar number, which she knows is going to set him off immediately, so she’s quick to explain herself. “something happened at work and now i’m at the –” a pause, an intake of breath, teeth grinding together when she grits her jaw. “i’m at the hospital and i need you to come pick me up, please.” 

          she is not going to let her anger recede into panic and she is not going to let the tremble in her chin grow anymore and she is not going to cry in front of this awful, unfriendly doctor and she is going to get out of here and go home and that will be that. 

          “yeah. yeah, i’m – just – can you hurry. please.” another pause, roman’s voice, i’m on my way now, i’ll be there soon, and it’s so much nicer than the way she’s been spoken to by everyone else that she nearly shoots him a glare as if to say see? this is how it’s done. when she hangs up, she holds the phone back out to him. “there. he’ll be here soon.”

          at least the guy sounded mostly calm on the other end.  “  he can’t take you home until i give the okay.  still.  “  his pen taps on the clipboard in a rhythmic pattern.  “  so.  i could check you out now,  and you can go home when he gets here,  or we wait for him.  “

        once more,  this time a little firmer  --  “  take your pick.  “ 

         he didn’t have time to stand in here all day,  but out of pure stubbornness,  he might. 

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FOOD FLINGER // specterae

“i don’t like her.” she’s not sebastian. and he’s not her regular doctor. everything about this was an absolute inconvenience. “ha– what? they don’t teach originality in medical school? you’d think you’d get more than just a nice white coat when you’re thousands of dollars in debt.”

         “  then i guess no more jello.  “  he stares at her,  trying to decide on what to say.  “  i don’t owe any money.  and i have more than one white coat,  thanks.  “

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MIGHT PUNCH // decentsoul

“Don’t even think ‘bout it, man.” He’s backing away, hands raised (an irritated glint in his eye).

          “  i’m a doctor.  just  --  you’re bleeding a lot.  “

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PANIC // overgrcwth

He jerks away from the man frantically.

“ I-I’m fine! Nothing’s ‘ actually ‘ wrong, there’s nothing to help! “

         “  why don’t you breathe for a moment.  “  his voice is calm,  contrast to the other.  “  there’s nothing wrong with getting some treatment.  “

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??? // maintainimage

    “ i’m — i’m here for a friend. i just need some medical advice.”

         he resists the urge to tell her that he’s not a book full of advice.  breathe,  breathe.  “  okay.  about what?  “

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@agenths // 

        “  honestly,  i don’t care how rich you are.  everyone get’s the same treatment here.  “

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ANGRY PATIENT #500 // ruinaa

          “nice try.” she holds out a hand, wiggles her fingers. it’s easy to give him the same long, unimpressed look he’d given her, even if hers loses a bit of its bravado with the bruise along her jaw. still, it’s the thought that counts. “i’ll call him, thanks.”

          after a long moment of contemplation,  he hands her the phone.  but he still stays in the room,  an unmoving object.  (  she wasn’t about to lie on his watch.  )

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@flaxsturbation // 

          “  -----  was that supposed to be a joke?  “

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ANGRY PATIENT #500 // ruinaa

          “don’t hold your breath.”

          she does have someone he can call, but she wants to be the one to do it. she doesn’t know what they’ll say or what this guy will threaten her with and if she can keep this to a – small mess, then she’ll be happy. the last thing she needs is roman flying down here in a panic because he thinks she’s ready to tear the entire hospital apart, even if that’s exactly what she feels like doing now.

          but, if she can get roman here, then maybe he can pull the charm card and get her out of here sooner. or – maybe shilah’s better suited for that. one of them, at least, can guarantee her discharge before the night’s over and maybe she’ll regret it later but right now, all she wants to do is leave.

          “– – you could try my husband. and if he doesn’t answer, i have another friend you can call.”

         she was married?  that was a shocker.  with this attitude,  who knew how a guy was managing it.  (  a brawl,  freaking out in the ambulance,  and refusing to be compliant with any doctor’s or nursers.  quite a vicious catch.  )

         “  what’s his number,  then.  “  if she was even going to give it to him,  or demand to call him herself.  it didn’t matter as long as someone level headed was there.  he prayed the husband was  --  lord,  let the husband be normal. 

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FOOD FLINGER // specterae

“oh wow, a piece of paper, scary.” she flings a spoonful of jello right at him. “suck on a stick, ya’ infant. also get me more jello. thanks!”

        he dodges it,  watching it hit the wall.  there was going to be an ugly red stain there.  “  ---  i’m not your nurse.  get her to bring you more jello.  “  a beat.  “  infant.  “