Run To You

Caine Gerald || 27 || Doctor || You stayed in my mind late into the night, my dark passenger || DISCLAIMER: This is a roleplay account. Any Doctor mumbojumbo said on here is probably found from google or just made up ramblings from my own mind. Please do not take any of what is said on here to heart, as it could potentially be very wrong.

[geraldcaine]

aceoflilies:

No. She spat blood up at the man’s face. She wasn’t going back to bed. She didn’t have time for this. She had to find it. Her neck was cold empty. She pushed back at him good hand tightening into a fist and socking her jailer in the jaw.

Blood splattered on his face and he felt a fist connect with his jaw. Quickly, he moved with the motion, lessening the pain. She could definitely pack a punch, that was for sure. But Caine had dealt with worse patients and he could definitely hold his own. Quickly leaning back up, he moved to restraint her, grabbing her good wrist. 

[geraldcaine]

aceoflilies:

Groggy. Like a night after too much drinking but worse. A groan escaped from in between her lips. Okay. Much worse. Lily’s eyes flickered open to a blur. She shifted and her teeth sliced through her lip as she held in a scream. Copper filled her parched mouth as fire ripped up her arm from her wrist. Lily lolled her head to the side, fighting the urge to gag through the blood as her eyes gave her a fuzzy vision of her arm encased in plaster.

Hospital.

Lily shot up in bed, ignoring the wave of nausea that came with the sudden movement.  Her world was spinning. What. These weren’t her clothes. Where were her things? A bruised hand shot up to her bare neck. No. 

Screams. Shooting. Weakening wails of pain.

Lily pulled herself out of the bed. That might have been a mistake. A shot of electricity blast up her strangely heavy leg. More plaster. Lily grit her teeth and ignored it. Later. She had more important things to deal with now. Her good hand snatched at the plastic bag near her bed. ‘JANE DOE’ She ripped it open, tearing the label to bits in the process. It was a mess. Her leather jacket was dusty and ripped, half her tools were missing from her belt, along with her clothes. What? Daggers missing. What had—her head throbbed. She clutched at a sheath pulling out her father’s knife. Good. But where—? The world tilted again and Lily went crashing to the ground. She could not silence the cry the bubbled up from her raw throat, blood started to seep through her hospital gown. Echo’s off a building collapsing rippling through her mind.

Lily hugged her abdomen as the sharp pain shook through her, her warm blood staining her arm.  

Dark. Pressing.  Air thick with dust, rubbing down her throat, her lungs.  She couldn’t move. Pinned.

Her vision wavered as it did then. She couldn’t surrender to the darkness. Not again. She had to find it. It had to be somewhere.

Flickers of light. Shouting. There was a shift and she could breath. A cry of pain roared through her as she was dragged. Grass, concrete, splintered wood. Darkness.  

Lily struggled, trying to get her tagged legs to listen, to stand from the red beneath her.  Dizziness buzzed in her head making the world ripple. It didn’t matter. It was still down there. She had to get it. Find it. 

How many people had Caine stitched up in the last hour? How many people had he confirmed as dead? This was just pure chaos and Caine had been expecting somebody to ruin his hard work. He hadn’t expected it to be the woman, the Jane Doe. Her injuries were terrible and they’d used quite a few pain killers to insure that she could actually sleep through the casting process. Now, though...

“Hey, hey, calm down.” Caine said, grabbing her shoulders gently. Her stitching was ruined, he’d have to do it again. “C’mon, back to the bed. You’re hurt.”

[geraldcaine]

silasralston:

Silas rolled his eyes at Caine’s logic, “Yes, but lucky for us I already have a plan for that situation.” He smirked.

“Why do I have the feeling that I’m not going to like this plan of yours?”

[geraldcaine]

silasralston:

“I don’t understand why everyone’s so concerned with this. Eventually the two sides’ll kill each other off and those that stay the hell out of it will be just fine.” Silas grumbled around his food, even though he knew all too well that both sides killed civillians and unaffiliated’s. Silas did his research, and he had his own plans for keeping Caine safe.

Looking up from his food, Caine raised his eyebrows. “You do realize that eventually, that isn’t going to be an option. Normal civilians are caught in the crossfire all the time.”

[silasralston-blog]

Be My Conscience || Caine&Silas

[geraldcaine]

silasralston:

Caine’s eyes on him spoke enough that Silas could create volumes of novels on the reasons both men detested the man that Silas was in the end. He saw Caine’s finger away from the trigger, a part of him just wanting Caine to do it. To do what needed to be done to keep Caine safe - to keep him from being accused of helping Silas’ twisted whims. Slowly, his eyes dragged from the gun back to meet Caine’s, and without thinking Silas found himself holding his hands out at chest-level. Palms towards Caine. I give up, he thought, I’m sorry. But the words didn’t form in his voice because he didn’t know how they tasted on his lips. He was afraid to find that they tasted of regret and unrequited love.

Silas was the murderer that Caine couldn’t rid the world of, and Silas’ habit was one that he just couldn’t kick. They were doomed in this loop, and Silas wanted to give in and leave but he just couldn’t. 

The words were like ice, bleeding into Silas’ veins and freezing him to the spot. His tongue felt thick; his mouth dry. He swallowed, eyes incapable of breaking from Caine’s. Nothing felt adequate. He wasn’t sorry for doing this. He was sorry for breaking his promise - sorry for endangering Caine. Caine should help the man - there was no killing him now - but Silas didn’t want to acknowledge that either. If the man recovered and remained within chaos rising, he knew he would snap again. 

In an act of surrender, where the words were not something Silas could even force out, he moved his foot enough to kick the knife away from himself. It skid with a metallic groan across the floor to pause just before Caine’s feet. Effectively having disarmed himself, Silas finally broke eye-contact with Caine and glanced to the man to his right, stepping back in a way that he hoped showed his regret for bringing the burn of betrayal to Caine’s saliva.

Caine stared, finding himself unable to look away from Silas. That was the worst part, being so captivated by a man so cruel. He could see it in his eyes, the cruelty that Silas showed to those men. But Caine could see more and that was what kept him so entranced. He could see the guilt, the fear... Silas wasn’t just a murderer. Silas was a person, too. And Caine couldn’t bring himself to take that final leap, to destroy the person that Silas was.

He heard the knife slide across the ground, the noise leaving a sick burn in Caine’s heart. He knew that if he looked down, there would be a line of blood that belonged to neither of them. Swallowing thickly, he set his gun down next to the knife. He didn’t need to be armed to confront Silas. Carefully he took the first step, breaking himself out of his trance. He walked to Silas, trying to make eye contact again. “We’re going to fix this. We’re going to save him and hope to god he doesn’t tell anyone, and then we’re going to talk about this. Okay?”

[silasralston-blog]

Be My Conscience || Caine&Silas

[geraldcaine]

silasralston:

It had almost been too easy.

Capturing the man, slipping past Caine’s vigilant defenses. It was too simple, but that wasn’t what brought the thrill through Silas’ veins. It wasn’t what sent surge and surge of sweet, heady victory through his being. 

That was the knowledge that, without fail, he would stop his victim from doing to his own daughter what Silas’ father - or what the man had called himself - had done to Aria. Precious, sweet Aria. He would not let another brilliant light in the world be put out by the cruelty of men. If Silas had to become what he hated to achieve that goal, so be it. 

He’d hardened, in time, but the first indication that his defenses were weak - that he wasn’t going to survive in a world without love - was Caine. And at the moment he heard Caine’s stunted voice - an attempt to clearly speak a name that he regretted knowing - the knife poised for its strike clattered from Silas’ practiced fingers to the ground. It’s noise echoed in Silas’ spine, shuddering through him with the return of some of his sense. 

Yes, he was still angry - still wanted the man gone. But he’d been found, and in any case his locator was not a man whose life he could discard as easily as a murderers or abusers. Caine’s only negative quality was his need to find the good in Silas - a good that Silas at that moment found himself doubting was present, eyes darting between the unconscious figure and the man whose feet chilled his at night.

Caine flinched when he heard the knife drop. It’s reverberations moved through Caine’s bones, settling straight to his gut. His hand remained firmly on the gun, but his finger was no where near the trigger. Caine wondered on countless occasions if he was just a coward.

He was the coward who couldn’t kill the murderer. Hell, he was sharing a bed with him. Caine had traveled with Silas for far too long. He’d witnessed his killings in every single base up until this one. He had his chances. During his earlier days he had given it thought. It’d be so easy to shoot him in the head. Caine knew the places that would make it quick. Painless. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not when he heard Silas laugh for the first time. Not when he had seen him smile.

He couldn’t do it now, either.

Lowering his weapon, he took a step forward. He kept his eyes on Silas, knowing that if he looked away now, he would lose whatever he still had in his stomach. At first, he worried he’d never be able to get the words out. He worried that they’d be stuck in this standstill for ages, just staring. But they spilled out past his chapped lips before he could stop himself and he knew how the few words sounded. Like betrayal. “You promised.”

[silasralston-blog]

Be My Conscience || Caine&Silas

[geraldcaine]

silasralston:

Snapping wasn’t something that ever became premeditated. It was something that came onto Silas like a tsunami, destroying his resolve, decimating what he’d worked towards in seconds. The all-consuming rage he felt was often unquenchable until he’d made the offender pay for their crime, until he’d gotten his twisted justice. Rarer than that, Caine would take the abuse, both of them knowing that it quenched his anger faster and much less painfully - an all too clear indicator of Silas’ growing feelings for the man. Those times made Silas consider why he was the way he was, but it wasn’t something he could stomach well. It brought up too many painful memories. 

Just as watching a grown man beat his young daughter brought up too many painful memories.

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He’d lost track.

He’d lost track of how long Silas had been gone, of how long he’d been looking.

He might have been a doctor, but Caine was wearing himself ragged searching. He hadn’t gotten more than an hours worth of sleep in a week; he had been sent home from work twice because of it. But no work meant he had more time to find Silas. He knew that he had to find the man. If anybody else found him, they’d be out of a home. Caine wouldn’t let that happen again.

Of course, the patterns should have been easy to spot, but Caine wasn’t a detective. When he finally realized that Silas was playing the same game as before, Caine had wasted too much precious time. It took him even longer to actually find the building that Silas had taken refuge in. The problem was that Silas was too smart for his own good. Still, Caine found it. Caine found it and relief sunk through his chest because maybe this time, he could actually save someone.

Pistol in his hands, Caine followed the direction of the sounds, walking on tiptoes. He didn’t hear the man’s cries, not anymore. He wasn’t sure if the man had passed out or if Caine himself had blocked out the cries, but what he did hear was twice as bad. Silas’ sadistic chuckle vibrated through his bones and Caine froze when he found the room that Silas had buried them in. He was going to throw up. “Si-” His breath stuck in his throat and he tried not to gag. On instinct he raised his weapon, pointing it at the man he shared a bed with.

[geraldcaine]

dexterlawson:

“I need you to do something for me.”

“What would that be?”

[geraldcaine]

stubbornxenigma:

“Colourful…it’s the polite way of saying I have a potty mouth, right?” Charley’s brow raised and she smirked a little. “But it’s true so I have no problem with that.” Her dark hues  dropped from his face to what was in his hand and then back again. “Yeah…okay.” She nodded and raised her chin slightly to give a better angle to apply it. 

“You got me,” Caine laughed, shaking his head. “But I never said it was a bad thing. I’ve certainly heard worse in my line of profession.” Taking the bandaid out of it’s packaging, he gently applied it to her face, nodding in satisfaction. “That should do the trick.”

[geraldcaine]

riddledjustice:

“Well, that was very forward of you. Usually I’d be on board with the whole bossy thing but,” Grant hissed and stopped joking around when denim rubbed against his cut. Yeah, ow. “Sterilizing it doesn’t sound like it’s going to be fun,” he said with a groan, folding his pants off to the side so he wouldn’t get blood anywhere else.

Caine normally would have joked right along with the man, but this wasn’t the time or the place. Getting the right supplies to clean the wound, he gestured to the cheap plastic bed. “Sit.” He instructed, moving his cart of supplies closer. “I’m not going to lie, it’s going to hurt. I can give you something to numb the pain, but the longer we wait, the bigger chance we have for infection. And trust me, it’ll hurt a lot more when we have to amputate your leg because of an infection.”

[hotashellcelebmen]

[geraldcaine]

riddledjustice:

“Well… I got the metal I needed. Everything else…” Grant looked down at his bleeding leg from where he scrapped it climbing over a rusty fence while running off from the infected. The leg of his pants was torn in the process in one stripe downward, matching the cut his had. “Didn’t go as well?”

The last time Caine had seen Grant, he had been in perfect health. Minus the lack of sleep, nothing really seemed to be wrong with him. But Grant seemed to be a scavenger of some sorts by the sounds of it, and that was an occupational hazard. Hell, this entire life was an occupational hazard. “We’re going to need to sterilize that immediately.” He crossed the room to his supplies, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “Take off your pants.”

[geraldcaine]

isamuokamura:

Isamu furrowed her brow at the sight of the base – for the better part of a week, she hadn’t bothered to leave the science quarters. Though she’d read about bases such as these, she’d never seen anything quite so peculiar – she was an alien in this realm. She didn’t belong. “The Odayakana base really is worlds away.” She muttered the words to herself under her breath, patting down the flyaway hairs at the top of her head that had been tousled by the warm wind. Turning her head as to survey the base further, she was met with the gaze of a stranger. “Excuse me.” Though her words were civil, her tone was not. “Were you never informed that it is utterly impolite to stare in such a manner?”

There were a lot of people Caine still hadn’t met. This base was much bigger than his last one and despite being a doctor, there seemed to be new people thrown in with older people all the time, it was no wonder Caine had never seen her before. He hadn’t meant to stare, of course, Caine wasn’t rude, but when he’d been caught looking at her too long, he turned apologetic. “Sorry, you just... look a little malnourished. Is everything alright?”

[geraldcaine]

stubbornxenigma:

“As long as I amused myself by it, I don’t give a shit whether anyone would’ve laughed, because I aint aiming for anything–I am not here to amuse people so I really don’t give a flying fuck, sugar.” Charley narrowed her eyes a little when he pulled something out of his briefcase. She gave a sigh and put her spoon down for a moment. “Right..so infection prevention…fine then”

“You are definitely a colorful person,” Caine laughed. He wasn’t making fun of her, or even teasing her, he was just speaking his mind. That was one of the things he’d learned was best to do, especially with people who were as outspoken as Charley. Turning to face her a little, he got the bandaid ready. “Alright if I apply it? Should only take a second.”

[geraldcaine]

stubbornxenigma:

“Oh I got plenty, sweetcheeks. It can’t be all doom and fuckin’ gloom around here can it…..” She glanced over at him, still continuing to eat as he spoke about her cuts and bruises. “I applied alcohol to sterilise the wounds and I went with the theory of drinking copious amounts of it too, so it could work from the inside out.” Again her dry humour came into play.

“No, you’re absolutely right. Then again, most people wouldn’t have laughed at that, so I’m not sure what kind of tone you’re really aiming for.” Listening to her, he nodded, pulling a small first aid kit out of his briefcase. “Right, well, I’ve got some bandages here. At least until that one-” he pointed to the biggest cut on her face, “closes properly, you should have something to prevent infection.”

[geraldcaine]

stubbornxenigma:

Her brow cocked at the guy before furrowing it when he shifted subjects from the bowl to her. “I’m fine…just got in a fight…” She took another spoonful of her food and smirked. “Maybe someone didn’t like me dropping their food on the floor and decided to try and kick my ass?”

“Ah, hah, you’ve got jokes?” Caine looked at Charley out of the side of his eyes, ignoring the bowl that was still on the ground. “Look pretty clean. I’d put a bandage on it to avoid infection though, just to be safe.”

[geraldcaine]

travisxquinn:

Balancing his own bowl of cereal, Travis held the other mans in his hand still chewing away as the man retrieved his papers before setting it down on the table next to him with a smile.“You should get like a rock or something to hold those down man. They look pretty important. Have they blew away before? Cause you caught them like a pro.”

"I’ve been told I should invest in a paperweight,” Caine nodded in agreement, shuffling his papers to make sure they were even. It was his luck, of course, that the wind would be strong today, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Setting his papers back down on the table, he placed his bowl on the corner of them, nodding when he was satisfied at the makeshift paperweight. “It’s happened to be quite a few times. But thank you, I try.”