Jrock all the time!

Mostly Dir En Grey, The Gazette, and X Japan.

[imxthexdoctor]

Alright guys! I'm gonna be traveling a good portion of the morning and I'm gonna need to be entertained. So, we're gonna do a scavenger hunt!!! Here's what you do.

1.Send me a word, picture, phrase, or anything else you can think of and I have to relate it back to Prodigal Son/The Cast/The Walking Dead, through either pictures, videos, interviews, or something around me.

2. Give me a prompt and I have 10 minutes to write it.

3. Make me recreate an iconic picture with what I have around me. Unfortunately I won’t be able to do GIFS. :(

4. Send me a picture and I have to caption it.

5. Anything you guys can think of.

[luvvsisi]

Starter post PS rp.

It had been a crazy couple months, first Ansley and Endicott, covering up for her and dismembering the body, which he didn't even want to get started on how much he actually enjoyed it and how quiet his mind was during the whole thing. It was almost a relief when the case was officially closed and he had hoped for just a bit of a break to regroup but that was never in the cards for Malcolm Bright, it was always go, go, go, one crazy thing after another that would break him just that bit more. No rest for the wicked and all that. Now it was four inmates, including Martin running around causing who knows what kind of havoc and he would have been fine with just chasing them down and capturing them, but, another wrench, his father wasn't with them, another chink in the armor that was Malcolm's brain, though really he was sure it had to be made of aluminum instead.

It all came to a head when he was kidnapped, twice, became a criminal, again, and got away from almost being tortured, yet again...He was definitely not liking that pattern, but that was the least of his problems, right now he had finished tracking and capturing the Woodsman Killer and was now standing in the middle of the forest, dad bleeding out on the floor, bloody knife in his hand. It was Dani screaming his name that finally broke him. His brain taking over and telling his body to shut down and everything went black. He woke up a week later on a hospital, well, more like a fancy asylum for rich people, no doubt strong armed by his mother to allow him to be admitted. He went to run his eyes but found his arms and legs strapped to the bed. He groaned and let his head fall back onto the bed.

The moving around must have triggered something because a couple of nurses came in and started to look him over and running normal tests for someone who had just woke up.

"Can you tell me your name?" Asked one of the nurses. He tried to talked but his throat was dry and he let out a cough. A straw appeared next to his lips a second later and he took a couple small sips, automatically feeling better.

"Malcolm Bright" he said, rolling his eyes, even though he knew it was procedure, it was still annoying. The nurses looked happy though and he felt the restraints come off finally as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable, finally taking in his surroundings.

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"About a week...You were brought here and we couldn't wake you...The doctors figured you had a break and your body was protecting you...The doctor will be in shortly to answer any more questions" said one of the nurses before they walked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and hopefully be able to actually sort through everything and get back to his 'normal' self.

"It just needs Gil's signature," Azalia spoke, sighing as she closed the file on the recently concluded case. Despite Gil being her father, she maintained a professional demeanor at work. Standing up, she walked over to Dani, concern etched on her face.

"Has anyone heard anything on Malcolm? I've been calling, but they won't answer me," she mumbled, glancing at her phone, perhaps unaware of her persistence.

JT, picking up the phone, broke the tension. "He's awake," he announced, hanging up as Azalia's attention snapped toward him. "If you hold on... or not," he added with a sigh, observing the girl leave the precinct. "She hated him like five months ago," he mumbled to Gil, grabbing his jacket and following the rest of the team.

Arriving at the hospital, Azalia wasted no time, signing the check-in sheet at the front desk. Swiftly locating Malcolm's room, she knocked twice, her relief evident as she entered. "You're awake," she said softly, placing her jacket on the chair. A light laughter escaped her lips as she watched the nurses tend to Malcolm. "I thought JT was messing with me."

Anxiously, she inquired, "Is he good? He's okay, right?" Glancing at the paper in her hands, Azalia sought reassurance about Malcolm's condition.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm wasn't alone for long or seemed because the next thing he knew he saw the team plus Azalea walk in. He was happy to see his team, really, and was surprised to see Azalia there seeing as she wasn't exactly happy with him then last time they talked. The nurse assured her that he was alright just as the doctor came in and kind of frowned at the amount of people in the room.

"If you would all please step to the side and give some space, I promise you can visit ona couple minutes. Gil and Dani nodded and stepped to the side to the other side of the room. Things had just calmed down and the doctor made it to Malcolm's side and was about to ask some questions but then high heels could be jwdrd echoing through the halls at a fast pace. Malcolm didn't even need to look up to see who it was. Jessica bursts into the room and went right to Malcolm, ignoring the doctor and drew him into a tight hug.

"Malcolm Bright don't you ever scare me like that again!" She said. Malcolm let out a slight groan at how tight his mom was holding him but he couldn't bring himself to care. He raised his arms and hugged her back.

"I'll try?" He said, pushing her away. "I'm sure if you don't let the doctor do his thing he's gonna throw you out" he said, motioning to the doctor who looked anything but amused.

"I'd like to see him try, I bought 90 percent of this building" she said, but she listened and pulled away, going to stand with the rest of the people.

The doctor took a breath and finally stepped up to Malcolm and doing more rest, checking on the random bruises and cuts he got while holding up with the Woodsman Killer. He noted something in his chart before nodding.

"And the verdict doc?" Asked Malcolm with his fake smile.

"Well, your doing better than I would have thought of someone who suffered a minor mental break. CT scans are normal, your bruised up pretty bad, but other than that your fine...I do suggest getting more sleep though and more therapy, you got lucky Bright...Most people don't come back from something like that fully" said the doctor and Malcom laughed.

"I've had heard of practice' he joked.

"Malcolm!" Warned Jessica and he just smiled crookedly and shrugged.

"Now, take it easy, no stressful situations for a while' he said before leaving.

"No stressful situations? I'm sure Bright would combust" said Dani, it she was smiling fondly.

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"Malcolm Bright taking it easy? Are we talking about the same Bright? That's gonna be impossible," Azalia muttered to herself, glancing at the male beside her. She couldn't help but express a sentiment shared by many who knew Malcolm's relentless nature. "No offense," she added, acknowledging the uniqueness of the situation.

The room held a tense atmosphere as the doctor left, leaving the lingering challenge of convincing Malcolm to rest. JT, looking at the girl, suggested, "Unless you stayed with him." There was a subtle acknowledgment of her ability to achieve what seemed impossible – getting Malcolm to take a four-hour nap.

Azalia, however, crossed her arms, a clear display of her lingering frustration. "Me? No! Besides, I'm still pissed. Seeing him alive is great and all, but I don't want anything to do with it," she declared, maintaining a defensive posture.

JT, amused, brought up her recent concerns, teasing, "Really? What happened to 'The hospital needs to answer my calls. I need to know if he's okay'?" He mimicked her, enjoying the moment, adding, "Or my favorite line, 'I wonde–'" Azalia interrupted him, placing her hand over his mouth. JT pulled it down with a playful smirk. "Don't do that again."

"Fine, I'll babysit," Azalia grumbled, agreeing to keep an eye on Malcolm, realizing it might provide an opportunity for the two of them to talk and sort out their complicated dynamics.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm did not like the idea of taking it easy, yes, he wanted to, he needed to really, there was a lot that needed to be thought about, but having the doctor and then everyone else agreeing, he didn't want to anymore, in true brat fashion. Hearing everyone agreeing had him groaning, sitting back, crossing his arms. He was curious as to why JT suggested Azalia, like he said, him and the woman didn't exactly leave on the best foot before things got truly crazy and he expected the backlash from her.

"Uh...I really don't need a babysitter" he said, really not looking forward to having someone stay with him. Dani, Jessica, and Gil gave him a look and he rose his hands in defeat. His attention was brought back to JT when he started to spout off things that apparently Azalia had said while he was out. He rose an eyebrow and looked at her in amusement, curious as to what the last thing was. That still brought it back to not being alone and having Azalia living with him or being with him a good portion of his time. "Ok...Fine, but don't expect me to do this without some sort of resistance" he said with a sigh.

"I'll have one of the upstairs rooms cleaned out for you darling, like hell I'm letting you sleep on that couch" said Jessica, pulling her phone out. She walked over to Malcolm and kissed his forehead before walking out. She did stop by Azalia and patted her on the shoulder. "If he gives you any shit, I give you full permission to kick his ass, darling" she said with a smile, walking out, putting the phone to her ear. Malcolm watched her leave before looking right at Gil.

"Alright, what happened? What did you do to keep me out of jail? Or is that still being talked about and there will be a discussion once I'm out of here? What about Dr. Whitly...Did I..." he couldn't bring himself to say it. Dani cleared her throat and pushed herself off the wall.

"We can talk about that once you get out of here...You don't need the stress" said Dani and he glared at her before turning back to Gil.

"He's also in a coma, he lost a lot of blood but you managed to miss all of the important organs...He's back at Clarmont...That is all we're gonna talk about while your here...I'm going to go check when you can get out of here" said Gil, leaving, Dani following him.

Malcolm sighed in relief and relaxed a bit more, though he was still stuck with the fact that Azalia was going to have to look over him.

[luvvsisi]

Azalia sighed inwardly as she watched them leave, closing the door behind them. Turning her attention back to Malcolm, she spoke with a hint of dry humor, "Don't worry, I don't plan on murdering you," as she took a seat in the chair by the bed. The atmosphere in the room was undeniably awkward, compounded by the complexities of their relationship and the absence of the rest of the group.

A sense of impatience crept over her as she glanced at the time. Hospitals were never her preferred place, a sentiment only intensified by memories of her mother's passing. She wished for the familiarity of the group, even Jessica's presence would have been a welcomed distraction. Sighing once again, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

"I'm gonna sign the papers, get dressed," she mumbled, walking over to the desk to sign the release papers. The wait was testing her patience, and the prospect of lingering any longer in the sterile environment pushed her to take action. If she had to wait any longer, she was ready to scream. The room seemed to close in on her, the sterile atmosphere contrasting sharply with the complicated emotions swirling in her mind.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm watched everyone leave before turning back to the only other person that decided to stay and he felt his stomach drop a bit. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands together to stop the shaking. Her comment had him huffing out a laugh.

"I mean, you wouldn't be the first one to try" he said with a shrug. He was not good at this, talking and being friends. He was too awkward and didn't know when to stop when it came to certain things. The tension in the room grew and his hand tightened on his left hand.

Hearing about her going to sign his release papers had him letting out a breath. He pushed himself out of bed and groaned, his body sore from disuse after being through the stuff from the Woodsman. He was thankful that his mom had brought clothes and he grabbed the bag and went to the restroom to change. As he undressed he took catalog of all the bruises and bumps and groaned again, though he knew what he was getting into when he decided to be a cop. He was surprised that his mom didn't get him a whole new suit just for the occasion but what he was looking at was a pair of slacks and a black Henley. He changed quickly and attempted to do something with his hair but he decided to just leave it down. He walked out of the bathroom to see Azalia waiting for him. He saw on the desk a bag with what he assumed was a new batch of medicine and he sighed and grabbed the bag and looked to the woman.

"Lead the way" he said, motioning for her to go first.

Outside there was Aldolpho waiting for them. He let Azalia get in first and he went in second. Arriving at his loft was almost bittersweet. He knew he hadn't been away from it long but it felt like a lifetime ago that he was there. He pulled his keys out and let everyone in, walking up the stairs and into the main part. He heard Sunshine chirp at hom and he smiled, going over to the cage to let her out, automatically doing a couple of circuits before stopping on the balcony where he assumed that the room was already set up.

"Guess I should show you to your room" he said, dropping his bag and motioning to the stairs that led up. He was glad to see that the cleaners didn't touch his desk and all the stacks of files and boxes he had, they knew better but it still happened occasionally. He went last one of the doors, not even giving it a second glance, The Never Ever Room. He opened the door across from it though before stepping to the side, it exactly looking the fact that his mom decided to put him in his old room.

"Home sweet home...Kinda" he said.

[luvvsisi]

Azalia nodded, following the male to her room. As she laid her bags on the bed, a sigh escaped her. Glancing around, she couldn't help but appreciate the comfort the room offered. It seemed like a place she could find solace.

Leaving the room, she made her way to Malcom's, gently opening the door just a bit. "I'm gonna make you some food," she spoke softly before heading down the stairs. The task at hand was clear: create a comforting meal.

Inspecting the contents of the fridge, Azalia pondered her options. Did he have the ingredients for Honey Chicken, a delightful Chinese dish? She hummed in thought as she perused his cabinets, finding most of the necessary components. With determination, she preheated the oven and began preparing the ingredients, the aroma of the upcoming meal starting to fill the air. The act of cooking became a therapeutic exercise, a way to provide comfort in the midst of uncertainty.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm went off back down the stairs, leaving the woman to the room to get ready. As he came down Sunshine flew to his should and perched there while he made his way to the living room and attempt to relax, finding a book he was reading from a while ago, enjoying what little silence he would have before inevitably Azalia would want to talk about everything and he definitely wasn't looking forward to that. When she had mentioned food his stomach gave a turn, not really in the mood for real food, but he just nodded and let her do her thing. He will admit though that it did smell good and because his mother would kick his ass if he didn't, he would try a couple bites and hope his stomach could handle it.

He was half way through the book when dinner had finished, Sunshine having gone back to her cage a while ago. He sighed and stood up, marking the page and going over to the island where the plates were set up.

"It smells amazing..." He said taking a seat, knowing already it was going to be good but his stomach was going to hate it, but he wasn't about to be rude. He waited for her to sit before picking up his fork and knife and cut the smallest piece he could of everything and put it in his mouth,chewing slowly before swallowing. "Tastes great" he said, though he could feel the tension growing and he knew a difficult conversation was brewing, distracting himself with cutting off another small piece and eating it.

[luvvsisi]

"Glad you like it," she mumbled softly, her gaze fixed on the contents of her bowl. The room held an air of quiet tension, punctuated by the occasional clink of utensils against porcelain. The food became an excuse, a distraction meticulously crafted to navigate the labyrinth of her thoughts.

As she toyed with the remnants on her plate, a cascade of memories inundated her mind—the lingering imprint of the kiss, the echo of heated exchanges. Each bite became a symbolic attempt to consume the complexity that hung in the air.

Taking a deep breath, she stood, the chair scraping against the floor in a symphony of discomfort. Discarding the untouched food into the trash, the clatter resonated as if to mirror the internal turmoil. The kitchen, with its familiar surroundings, became a haven for contemplation, a space where the mundane act of cleaning up served as a temporary distraction.

"You should sleep," she suggested, her voice carrying both a genuine concern and a subtle plea for a reprieve from the tumult within. The staircase led her to her room, a sanctuary now fraught with the residue of unresolved emotions. As she settled in the middle of the bed, sleep seemed like an elusive companion. The night stretched ahead, a canvas painted with the shadows of her thoughts, and the unresolved tension lingered in the air, casting its pall over the dimly lit room.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm continued to pick at the food, eating more than he thought he would, though he had been out for a week with only fluids. He was having trouble keeping his hand steady though but he tried his best to stop it. When nothing came from the dinner, only a comment of 'get some sleep' he groaned, throwing his food away as well before he started washing the dishes. When that was finished he went over and started to look over the new medicine he got and set it up in a line with his old medicine and started to take what was needed. He was sure he wasn't going to sleep, a whole week was way more than what Malcolm was used to and he's surprised his body hadn't gone into shock because of it. He wandered over to the bathroom and changed into sleep clothes and got himself ready for bed, strapping himself in and just laying there, staring at the ceiling.

Malcolm didn't know when he had fallen asleep, the only thing he knew was that he was running through a forest, his dad, Eve, and Endecott running after him, screaming at him. He was trying to get away but no matter what he did he would trip and not get very far. He managed to take a corner and he ran into Ainsley, covered in blood, knife in her hand. She let out a scream and stabbed him. He woke up with a scream, breathing heavy. He tried to calm himself down, looking around and trying to name what he saw around him. He let out a groan and fell back onto his bed.

He laid there a moment before I doing the cuffs and getting out of bed and going for the water and gulping it down. He let out a sigh and walked into the kitchen and started the kettle, knowing he wasn't sleeping the rest of the night.

[luvvsisi]

Azalia's body flinched awake, a jolt coursing through her at the sound of Malcolm's piercing scream. Groaning softly, she pushed herself up, tossing the covers aside. Wearily, she descended the stairs, her tired eyes scanning the room to ensure his safety. "You okay?" she questioned, her voice laden with fatigue, as she noticed the kettle on the stove. Sighing, she ran her fingers through her disheveled hair.

"You aren't sleeping, are you?" she asked, a hint of annoyance already creeping into her tone. "Go sit, I'll do it. You're supposed to be relaxing, remember?" She gestured, ushering him out of his own kitchen. Finding a mug, she set it on the counter, her movements carrying a subtle weariness.

Closing her eyes momentarily, she let them rest before the tranquility was disrupted by an unexpected knock on the door. "7 am?" Azalia mumbled with a small groan, opening the door to be greeted by Jessica. "Jessica," she laughed, a forced smile playing on her lips. "7 am? Really?"

Jessica gave a small smile, stepping inside. "I've come to check on you two. Malcolm, you look tired. You both do," she remarked, her voice carrying a calm authority. "Did you?" A sly grin danced on her lips as she questioned their nocturnal activities.

Azalia couldn't help but giggle a little, dispelling the tension. "No! We didn't do anything. Malcolm just wouldn't sleep. And I didn't trust him being up all night by himself."

Jessica's gaze flickered between them, an unspoken understanding in her eyes. "Well, if you ever need a night off, Azalia, you know where to find me." Her words held a subtle invitation, a testament to the layers of history and connections in their lives. "Now, let's see if we can get this man back on track." Jessica's demeanor radiated a mix of concern and determination as she gracefully stepped into the role of a reassuring presence, setting the stage for what lay ahead in the fragile morning hours.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm was staring at the kettle when he heard the stairs creak behind him and he sighed. He looked over his shoulder.

"I got at least three hours...Pretty sure that's a record" he said, raising his arms and stepping away from the kettle to let Sunshine out of the cage. "I'm pretty sure it's fine for me to make tea" he said with a sigh but went to the couch anyway and sat down, leaning his head against the back of it and running his hands through his hair before rubbing his eyes. His eyes popped open though at the knock on the door and the sound of heels has him groaning. He sat up straighter and looked over the couch to greet his mother with a smile.

'Morning mother" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose at the comment about why they would be tired. He did not like the tone though when she mentioned getting him back on track, speaking of...He stood up and went to the counter and took all his meds. "I don't think I'm going to like what you have in store for me" he said, smile back on his face, mask up as he turned to his mom.

The kettle went off and Malcolm moved quick to make his own before Azalia could get there, making some for the others after the fact. He took his cup and sat down and dipped it slowly. When he felt a bit more awake he turned back to the two.

"So, what tortures do you have planned for me today?" He asked.

[imxthexdoctor]

(hope that worked? Lol)

[luvvsisi]

Starter post PS rp.

It had been a crazy couple months, first Ansley and Endicott, covering up for her and dismembering the body, which he didn't even want to get started on how much he actually enjoyed it and how quiet his mind was during the whole thing. It was almost a relief when the case was officially closed and he had hoped for just a bit of a break to regroup but that was never in the cards for Malcolm Bright, it was always go, go, go, one crazy thing after another that would break him just that bit more. No rest for the wicked and all that. Now it was four inmates, including Martin running around causing who knows what kind of havoc and he would have been fine with just chasing them down and capturing them, but, another wrench, his father wasn't with them, another chink in the armor that was Malcolm's brain, though really he was sure it had to be made of aluminum instead.

It all came to a head when he was kidnapped, twice, became a criminal, again, and got away from almost being tortured, yet again...He was definitely not liking that pattern, but that was the least of his problems, right now he had finished tracking and capturing the Woodsman Killer and was now standing in the middle of the forest, dad bleeding out on the floor, bloody knife in his hand. It was Dani screaming his name that finally broke him. His brain taking over and telling his body to shut down and everything went black. He woke up a week later on a hospital, well, more like a fancy asylum for rich people, no doubt strong armed by his mother to allow him to be admitted. He went to run his eyes but found his arms and legs strapped to the bed. He groaned and let his head fall back onto the bed.

The moving around must have triggered something because a couple of nurses came in and started to look him over and running normal tests for someone who had just woke up.

"Can you tell me your name?" Asked one of the nurses. He tried to talked but his throat was dry and he let out a cough. A straw appeared next to his lips a second later and he took a couple small sips, automatically feeling better.

"Malcolm Bright" he said, rolling his eyes, even though he knew it was procedure, it was still annoying. The nurses looked happy though and he felt the restraints come off finally as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable, finally taking in his surroundings.

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"About a week...You were brought here and we couldn't wake you...The doctors figured you had a break and your body was protecting you...The doctor will be in shortly to answer any more questions" said one of the nurses before they walked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and hopefully be able to actually sort through everything and get back to his 'normal' self.

"It just needs Gil's signature," Azalia spoke, sighing as she closed the file on the recently concluded case. Despite Gil being her father, she maintained a professional demeanor at work. Standing up, she walked over to Dani, concern etched on her face.

"Has anyone heard anything on Malcolm? I've been calling, but they won't answer me," she mumbled, glancing at her phone, perhaps unaware of her persistence.

JT, picking up the phone, broke the tension. "He's awake," he announced, hanging up as Azalia's attention snapped toward him. "If you hold on... or not," he added with a sigh, observing the girl leave the precinct. "She hated him like five months ago," he mumbled to Gil, grabbing his jacket and following the rest of the team.

Arriving at the hospital, Azalia wasted no time, signing the check-in sheet at the front desk. Swiftly locating Malcolm's room, she knocked twice, her relief evident as she entered. "You're awake," she said softly, placing her jacket on the chair. A light laughter escaped her lips as she watched the nurses tend to Malcolm. "I thought JT was messing with me."

Anxiously, she inquired, "Is he good? He's okay, right?" Glancing at the paper in her hands, Azalia sought reassurance about Malcolm's condition.

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Malcolm wasn't alone for long or seemed because the next thing he knew he saw the team plus Azalea walk in. He was happy to see his team, really, and was surprised to see Azalia there seeing as she wasn't exactly happy with him then last time they talked. The nurse assured her that he was alright just as the doctor came in and kind of frowned at the amount of people in the room.

"If you would all please step to the side and give some space, I promise you can visit ona couple minutes. Gil and Dani nodded and stepped to the side to the other side of the room. Things had just calmed down and the doctor made it to Malcolm's side and was about to ask some questions but then high heels could be jwdrd echoing through the halls at a fast pace. Malcolm didn't even need to look up to see who it was. Jessica bursts into the room and went right to Malcolm, ignoring the doctor and drew him into a tight hug.

"Malcolm Bright don't you ever scare me like that again!" She said. Malcolm let out a slight groan at how tight his mom was holding him but he couldn't bring himself to care. He raised his arms and hugged her back.

"I'll try?" He said, pushing her away. "I'm sure if you don't let the doctor do his thing he's gonna throw you out" he said, motioning to the doctor who looked anything but amused.

"I'd like to see him try, I bought 90 percent of this building" she said, but she listened and pulled away, going to stand with the rest of the people.

The doctor took a breath and finally stepped up to Malcolm and doing more rest, checking on the random bruises and cuts he got while holding up with the Woodsman Killer. He noted something in his chart before nodding.

"And the verdict doc?" Asked Malcolm with his fake smile.

"Well, your doing better than I would have thought of someone who suffered a minor mental break. CT scans are normal, your bruised up pretty bad, but other than that your fine...I do suggest getting more sleep though and more therapy, you got lucky Bright...Most people don't come back from something like that fully" said the doctor and Malcom laughed.

"I've had heard of practice' he joked.

"Malcolm!" Warned Jessica and he just smiled crookedly and shrugged.

"Now, take it easy, no stressful situations for a while' he said before leaving.

"No stressful situations? I'm sure Bright would combust" said Dani, it she was smiling fondly.

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"Malcolm Bright taking it easy? Are we talking about the same Bright? That's gonna be impossible," Azalia muttered to herself, glancing at the male beside her. She couldn't help but express a sentiment shared by many who knew Malcolm's relentless nature. "No offense," she added, acknowledging the uniqueness of the situation.

The room held a tense atmosphere as the doctor left, leaving the lingering challenge of convincing Malcolm to rest. JT, looking at the girl, suggested, "Unless you stayed with him." There was a subtle acknowledgment of her ability to achieve what seemed impossible – getting Malcolm to take a four-hour nap.

Azalia, however, crossed her arms, a clear display of her lingering frustration. "Me? No! Besides, I'm still pissed. Seeing him alive is great and all, but I don't want anything to do with it," she declared, maintaining a defensive posture.

JT, amused, brought up her recent concerns, teasing, "Really? What happened to 'The hospital needs to answer my calls. I need to know if he's okay'?" He mimicked her, enjoying the moment, adding, "Or my favorite line, 'I wonde–'" Azalia interrupted him, placing her hand over his mouth. JT pulled it down with a playful smirk. "Don't do that again."

"Fine, I'll babysit," Azalia grumbled, agreeing to keep an eye on Malcolm, realizing it might provide an opportunity for the two of them to talk and sort out their complicated dynamics.

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Malcolm did not like the idea of taking it easy, yes, he wanted to, he needed to really, there was a lot that needed to be thought about, but having the doctor and then everyone else agreeing, he didn't want to anymore, in true brat fashion. Hearing everyone agreeing had him groaning, sitting back, crossing his arms. He was curious as to why JT suggested Azalia, like he said, him and the woman didn't exactly leave on the best foot before things got truly crazy and he expected the backlash from her.

"Uh...I really don't need a babysitter" he said, really not looking forward to having someone stay with him. Dani, Jessica, and Gil gave him a look and he rose his hands in defeat. His attention was brought back to JT when he started to spout off things that apparently Azalia had said while he was out. He rose an eyebrow and looked at her in amusement, curious as to what the last thing was. That still brought it back to not being alone and having Azalia living with him or being with him a good portion of his time. "Ok...Fine, but don't expect me to do this without some sort of resistance" he said with a sigh.

"I'll have one of the upstairs rooms cleaned out for you darling, like hell I'm letting you sleep on that couch" said Jessica, pulling her phone out. She walked over to Malcolm and kissed his forehead before walking out. She did stop by Azalia and patted her on the shoulder. "If he gives you any shit, I give you full permission to kick his ass, darling" she said with a smile, walking out, putting the phone to her ear. Malcolm watched her leave before looking right at Gil.

"Alright, what happened? What did you do to keep me out of jail? Or is that still being talked about and there will be a discussion once I'm out of here? What about Dr. Whitly...Did I..." he couldn't bring himself to say it. Dani cleared her throat and pushed herself off the wall.

"We can talk about that once you get out of here...You don't need the stress" said Dani and he glared at her before turning back to Gil.

"He's also in a coma, he lost a lot of blood but you managed to miss all of the important organs...He's back at Clarmont...That is all we're gonna talk about while your here...I'm going to go check when you can get out of here" said Gil, leaving, Dani following him.

Malcolm sighed in relief and relaxed a bit more, though he was still stuck with the fact that Azalia was going to have to look over him.

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Azalia sighed inwardly as she watched them leave, closing the door behind them. Turning her attention back to Malcolm, she spoke with a hint of dry humor, "Don't worry, I don't plan on murdering you," as she took a seat in the chair by the bed. The atmosphere in the room was undeniably awkward, compounded by the complexities of their relationship and the absence of the rest of the group.

A sense of impatience crept over her as she glanced at the time. Hospitals were never her preferred place, a sentiment only intensified by memories of her mother's passing. She wished for the familiarity of the group, even Jessica's presence would have been a welcomed distraction. Sighing once again, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

"I'm gonna sign the papers, get dressed," she mumbled, walking over to the desk to sign the release papers. The wait was testing her patience, and the prospect of lingering any longer in the sterile environment pushed her to take action. If she had to wait any longer, she was ready to scream. The room seemed to close in on her, the sterile atmosphere contrasting sharply with the complicated emotions swirling in her mind.

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Malcolm watched everyone leave before turning back to the only other person that decided to stay and he felt his stomach drop a bit. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands together to stop the shaking. Her comment had him huffing out a laugh.

"I mean, you wouldn't be the first one to try" he said with a shrug. He was not good at this, talking and being friends. He was too awkward and didn't know when to stop when it came to certain things. The tension in the room grew and his hand tightened on his left hand.

Hearing about her going to sign his release papers had him letting out a breath. He pushed himself out of bed and groaned, his body sore from disuse after being through the stuff from the Woodsman. He was thankful that his mom had brought clothes and he grabbed the bag and went to the restroom to change. As he undressed he took catalog of all the bruises and bumps and groaned again, though he knew what he was getting into when he decided to be a cop. He was surprised that his mom didn't get him a whole new suit just for the occasion but what he was looking at was a pair of slacks and a black Henley. He changed quickly and attempted to do something with his hair but he decided to just leave it down. He walked out of the bathroom to see Azalia waiting for him. He saw on the desk a bag with what he assumed was a new batch of medicine and he sighed and grabbed the bag and looked to the woman.

"Lead the way" he said, motioning for her to go first.

Outside there was Aldolpho waiting for them. He let Azalia get in first and he went in second. Arriving at his loft was almost bittersweet. He knew he hadn't been away from it long but it felt like a lifetime ago that he was there. He pulled his keys out and let everyone in, walking up the stairs and into the main part. He heard Sunshine chirp at hom and he smiled, going over to the cage to let her out, automatically doing a couple of circuits before stopping on the balcony where he assumed that the room was already set up.

"Guess I should show you to your room" he said, dropping his bag and motioning to the stairs that led up. He was glad to see that the cleaners didn't touch his desk and all the stacks of files and boxes he had, they knew better but it still happened occasionally. He went last one of the doors, not even giving it a second glance, The Never Ever Room. He opened the door across from it though before stepping to the side, it exactly looking the fact that his mom decided to put him in his old room.

"Home sweet home...Kinda" he said.

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Azalia nodded, following the male to her room. As she laid her bags on the bed, a sigh escaped her. Glancing around, she couldn't help but appreciate the comfort the room offered. It seemed like a place she could find solace.

Leaving the room, she made her way to Malcom's, gently opening the door just a bit. "I'm gonna make you some food," she spoke softly before heading down the stairs. The task at hand was clear: create a comforting meal.

Inspecting the contents of the fridge, Azalia pondered her options. Did he have the ingredients for Honey Chicken, a delightful Chinese dish? She hummed in thought as she perused his cabinets, finding most of the necessary components. With determination, she preheated the oven and began preparing the ingredients, the aroma of the upcoming meal starting to fill the air. The act of cooking became a therapeutic exercise, a way to provide comfort in the midst of uncertainty.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm went off back down the stairs, leaving the woman to the room to get ready. As he came down Sunshine flew to his should and perched there while he made his way to the living room and attempt to relax, finding a book he was reading from a while ago, enjoying what little silence he would have before inevitably Azalia would want to talk about everything and he definitely wasn't looking forward to that. When she had mentioned food his stomach gave a turn, not really in the mood for real food, but he just nodded and let her do her thing. He will admit though that it did smell good and because his mother would kick his ass if he didn't, he would try a couple bites and hope his stomach could handle it.

He was half way through the book when dinner had finished, Sunshine having gone back to her cage a while ago. He sighed and stood up, marking the page and going over to the island where the plates were set up.

"It smells amazing..." He said taking a seat, knowing already it was going to be good but his stomach was going to hate it, but he wasn't about to be rude. He waited for her to sit before picking up his fork and knife and cut the smallest piece he could of everything and put it in his mouth,chewing slowly before swallowing. "Tastes great" he said, though he could feel the tension growing and he knew a difficult conversation was brewing, distracting himself with cutting off another small piece and eating it.

[luvvsisi]

"Glad you like it," she mumbled softly, her gaze fixed on the contents of her bowl. The room held an air of quiet tension, punctuated by the occasional clink of utensils against porcelain. The food became an excuse, a distraction meticulously crafted to navigate the labyrinth of her thoughts.

As she toyed with the remnants on her plate, a cascade of memories inundated her mind—the lingering imprint of the kiss, the echo of heated exchanges. Each bite became a symbolic attempt to consume the complexity that hung in the air.

Taking a deep breath, she stood, the chair scraping against the floor in a symphony of discomfort. Discarding the untouched food into the trash, the clatter resonated as if to mirror the internal turmoil. The kitchen, with its familiar surroundings, became a haven for contemplation, a space where the mundane act of cleaning up served as a temporary distraction.

"You should sleep," she suggested, her voice carrying both a genuine concern and a subtle plea for a reprieve from the tumult within. The staircase led her to her room, a sanctuary now fraught with the residue of unresolved emotions. As she settled in the middle of the bed, sleep seemed like an elusive companion. The night stretched ahead, a canvas painted with the shadows of her thoughts, and the unresolved tension lingered in the air, casting its pall over the dimly lit room.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm continued to pick at the food, eating more than he thought he would, though he had been out for a week with only fluids. He was having trouble keeping his hand steady though but he tried his best to stop it. When nothing came from the dinner, only a comment of 'get some sleep' he groaned, throwing his food away as well before he started washing the dishes. When that was finished he went over and started to look over the new medicine he got and set it up in a line with his old medicine and started to take what was needed. He was sure he wasn't going to sleep, a whole week was way more than what Malcolm was used to and he's surprised his body hadn't gone into shock because of it. He wandered over to the bathroom and changed into sleep clothes and got himself ready for bed, strapping himself in and just laying there, staring at the ceiling.

Malcolm didn't know when he had fallen asleep, the only thing he knew was that he was running through a forest, his dad, Eve, and Endecott running after him, screaming at him. He was trying to get away but no matter what he did he would trip and not get very far. He managed to take a corner and he ran into Ainsley, covered in blood, knife in her hand. She let out a scream and stabbed him. He woke up with a scream, breathing heavy. He tried to calm himself down, looking around and trying to name what he saw around him. He let out a groan and fell back onto his bed.

He laid there a moment before I doing the cuffs and getting out of bed and going for the water and gulping it down. He let out a sigh and walked into the kitchen and started the kettle, knowing he wasn't sleeping the rest of the night.

[luvvsisi]

Azalia's body flinched awake, a jolt coursing through her at the sound of Malcolm's piercing scream. Groaning softly, she pushed herself up, tossing the covers aside. Wearily, she descended the stairs, her tired eyes scanning the room to ensure his safety. "You okay?" she questioned, her voice laden with fatigue, as she noticed the kettle on the stove. Sighing, she ran her fingers through her disheveled hair.

"You aren't sleeping, are you?" she asked, a hint of annoyance already creeping into her tone. "Go sit, I'll do it. You're supposed to be relaxing, remember?" She gestured, ushering him out of his own kitchen. Finding a mug, she set it on the counter, her movements carrying a subtle weariness.

Closing her eyes momentarily, she let them rest before the tranquility was disrupted by an unexpected knock on the door. "7 am?" Azalia mumbled with a small groan, opening the door to be greeted by Jessica. "Jessica," she laughed, a forced smile playing on her lips. "7 am? Really?"

Jessica gave a small smile, stepping inside. "I've come to check on you two. Malcolm, you look tired. You both do," she remarked, her voice carrying a calm authority. "Did you?" A sly grin danced on her lips as she questioned their nocturnal activities.

Azalia couldn't help but giggle a little, dispelling the tension. "No! We didn't do anything. Malcolm just wouldn't sleep. And I didn't trust him being up all night by himself."

Jessica's gaze flickered between them, an unspoken understanding in her eyes. "Well, if you ever need a night off, Azalia, you know where to find me." Her words held a subtle invitation, a testament to the layers of history and connections in their lives. "Now, let's see if we can get this man back on track." Jessica's demeanor radiated a mix of concern and determination as she gracefully stepped into the role of a reassuring presence, setting the stage for what lay ahead in the fragile morning hours.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm was staring at the kettle when he heard the stairs creak behind him and he sighed. He looked over his shoulder.

"I got at least three hours...Pretty sure that's a record" he said, raising his arms and stepping away from the kettle to let Sunshine out of the cage. "I'm pretty sure it's fine for me to make tea" he said with a sigh but went to the couch anyway and sat down, leaning his head against the back of it and running his hands through his hair before rubbing his eyes. His eyes popped open though at the knock on the door and the sound of heels has him groaning. He sat up straighter and looked over the couch to greet his mother with a smile.

'Morning mother" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose at the comment about why they would be tired. He did not like the tone though when she mentioned getting him back on track, speaking of...He stood up and went to the counter and took all his meds. "I don't think I'm going to like what you have in store for me" he said, smile back on his face, mask up as he turned to his mom.

The kettle went off and Malcolm moved quick to make his own before Azalia could get there, making some for the others after the fact. He took his cup and sat down and dipped it slowly. When he felt a bit more awake he turned back to the two.

"So, what tortures do you have planned for me today?" He asked.

[luvvsisi]

Starter post PS rp.

It had been a crazy couple months, first Ansley and Endicott, covering up for her and dismembering the body, which he didn't even want to get started on how much he actually enjoyed it and how quiet his mind was during the whole thing. It was almost a relief when the case was officially closed and he had hoped for just a bit of a break to regroup but that was never in the cards for Malcolm Bright, it was always go, go, go, one crazy thing after another that would break him just that bit more. No rest for the wicked and all that. Now it was four inmates, including Martin running around causing who knows what kind of havoc and he would have been fine with just chasing them down and capturing them, but, another wrench, his father wasn't with them, another chink in the armor that was Malcolm's brain, though really he was sure it had to be made of aluminum instead.

It all came to a head when he was kidnapped, twice, became a criminal, again, and got away from almost being tortured, yet again...He was definitely not liking that pattern, but that was the least of his problems, right now he had finished tracking and capturing the Woodsman Killer and was now standing in the middle of the forest, dad bleeding out on the floor, bloody knife in his hand. It was Dani screaming his name that finally broke him. His brain taking over and telling his body to shut down and everything went black. He woke up a week later on a hospital, well, more like a fancy asylum for rich people, no doubt strong armed by his mother to allow him to be admitted. He went to run his eyes but found his arms and legs strapped to the bed. He groaned and let his head fall back onto the bed.

The moving around must have triggered something because a couple of nurses came in and started to look him over and running normal tests for someone who had just woke up.

"Can you tell me your name?" Asked one of the nurses. He tried to talked but his throat was dry and he let out a cough. A straw appeared next to his lips a second later and he took a couple small sips, automatically feeling better.

"Malcolm Bright" he said, rolling his eyes, even though he knew it was procedure, it was still annoying. The nurses looked happy though and he felt the restraints come off finally as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable, finally taking in his surroundings.

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"About a week...You were brought here and we couldn't wake you...The doctors figured you had a break and your body was protecting you...The doctor will be in shortly to answer any more questions" said one of the nurses before they walked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and hopefully be able to actually sort through everything and get back to his 'normal' self.

"It just needs Gil's signature," Azalia spoke, sighing as she closed the file on the recently concluded case. Despite Gil being her father, she maintained a professional demeanor at work. Standing up, she walked over to Dani, concern etched on her face.

"Has anyone heard anything on Malcolm? I've been calling, but they won't answer me," she mumbled, glancing at her phone, perhaps unaware of her persistence.

JT, picking up the phone, broke the tension. "He's awake," he announced, hanging up as Azalia's attention snapped toward him. "If you hold on... or not," he added with a sigh, observing the girl leave the precinct. "She hated him like five months ago," he mumbled to Gil, grabbing his jacket and following the rest of the team.

Arriving at the hospital, Azalia wasted no time, signing the check-in sheet at the front desk. Swiftly locating Malcolm's room, she knocked twice, her relief evident as she entered. "You're awake," she said softly, placing her jacket on the chair. A light laughter escaped her lips as she watched the nurses tend to Malcolm. "I thought JT was messing with me."

Anxiously, she inquired, "Is he good? He's okay, right?" Glancing at the paper in her hands, Azalia sought reassurance about Malcolm's condition.

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Malcolm wasn't alone for long or seemed because the next thing he knew he saw the team plus Azalea walk in. He was happy to see his team, really, and was surprised to see Azalia there seeing as she wasn't exactly happy with him then last time they talked. The nurse assured her that he was alright just as the doctor came in and kind of frowned at the amount of people in the room.

"If you would all please step to the side and give some space, I promise you can visit ona couple minutes. Gil and Dani nodded and stepped to the side to the other side of the room. Things had just calmed down and the doctor made it to Malcolm's side and was about to ask some questions but then high heels could be jwdrd echoing through the halls at a fast pace. Malcolm didn't even need to look up to see who it was. Jessica bursts into the room and went right to Malcolm, ignoring the doctor and drew him into a tight hug.

"Malcolm Bright don't you ever scare me like that again!" She said. Malcolm let out a slight groan at how tight his mom was holding him but he couldn't bring himself to care. He raised his arms and hugged her back.

"I'll try?" He said, pushing her away. "I'm sure if you don't let the doctor do his thing he's gonna throw you out" he said, motioning to the doctor who looked anything but amused.

"I'd like to see him try, I bought 90 percent of this building" she said, but she listened and pulled away, going to stand with the rest of the people.

The doctor took a breath and finally stepped up to Malcolm and doing more rest, checking on the random bruises and cuts he got while holding up with the Woodsman Killer. He noted something in his chart before nodding.

"And the verdict doc?" Asked Malcolm with his fake smile.

"Well, your doing better than I would have thought of someone who suffered a minor mental break. CT scans are normal, your bruised up pretty bad, but other than that your fine...I do suggest getting more sleep though and more therapy, you got lucky Bright...Most people don't come back from something like that fully" said the doctor and Malcom laughed.

"I've had heard of practice' he joked.

"Malcolm!" Warned Jessica and he just smiled crookedly and shrugged.

"Now, take it easy, no stressful situations for a while' he said before leaving.

"No stressful situations? I'm sure Bright would combust" said Dani, it she was smiling fondly.

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"Malcolm Bright taking it easy? Are we talking about the same Bright? That's gonna be impossible," Azalia muttered to herself, glancing at the male beside her. She couldn't help but express a sentiment shared by many who knew Malcolm's relentless nature. "No offense," she added, acknowledging the uniqueness of the situation.

The room held a tense atmosphere as the doctor left, leaving the lingering challenge of convincing Malcolm to rest. JT, looking at the girl, suggested, "Unless you stayed with him." There was a subtle acknowledgment of her ability to achieve what seemed impossible – getting Malcolm to take a four-hour nap.

Azalia, however, crossed her arms, a clear display of her lingering frustration. "Me? No! Besides, I'm still pissed. Seeing him alive is great and all, but I don't want anything to do with it," she declared, maintaining a defensive posture.

JT, amused, brought up her recent concerns, teasing, "Really? What happened to 'The hospital needs to answer my calls. I need to know if he's okay'?" He mimicked her, enjoying the moment, adding, "Or my favorite line, 'I wonde–'" Azalia interrupted him, placing her hand over his mouth. JT pulled it down with a playful smirk. "Don't do that again."

"Fine, I'll babysit," Azalia grumbled, agreeing to keep an eye on Malcolm, realizing it might provide an opportunity for the two of them to talk and sort out their complicated dynamics.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm did not like the idea of taking it easy, yes, he wanted to, he needed to really, there was a lot that needed to be thought about, but having the doctor and then everyone else agreeing, he didn't want to anymore, in true brat fashion. Hearing everyone agreeing had him groaning, sitting back, crossing his arms. He was curious as to why JT suggested Azalia, like he said, him and the woman didn't exactly leave on the best foot before things got truly crazy and he expected the backlash from her.

"Uh...I really don't need a babysitter" he said, really not looking forward to having someone stay with him. Dani, Jessica, and Gil gave him a look and he rose his hands in defeat. His attention was brought back to JT when he started to spout off things that apparently Azalia had said while he was out. He rose an eyebrow and looked at her in amusement, curious as to what the last thing was. That still brought it back to not being alone and having Azalia living with him or being with him a good portion of his time. "Ok...Fine, but don't expect me to do this without some sort of resistance" he said with a sigh.

"I'll have one of the upstairs rooms cleaned out for you darling, like hell I'm letting you sleep on that couch" said Jessica, pulling her phone out. She walked over to Malcolm and kissed his forehead before walking out. She did stop by Azalia and patted her on the shoulder. "If he gives you any shit, I give you full permission to kick his ass, darling" she said with a smile, walking out, putting the phone to her ear. Malcolm watched her leave before looking right at Gil.

"Alright, what happened? What did you do to keep me out of jail? Or is that still being talked about and there will be a discussion once I'm out of here? What about Dr. Whitly...Did I..." he couldn't bring himself to say it. Dani cleared her throat and pushed herself off the wall.

"We can talk about that once you get out of here...You don't need the stress" said Dani and he glared at her before turning back to Gil.

"He's also in a coma, he lost a lot of blood but you managed to miss all of the important organs...He's back at Clarmont...That is all we're gonna talk about while your here...I'm going to go check when you can get out of here" said Gil, leaving, Dani following him.

Malcolm sighed in relief and relaxed a bit more, though he was still stuck with the fact that Azalia was going to have to look over him.

[luvvsisi]

Azalia sighed inwardly as she watched them leave, closing the door behind them. Turning her attention back to Malcolm, she spoke with a hint of dry humor, "Don't worry, I don't plan on murdering you," as she took a seat in the chair by the bed. The atmosphere in the room was undeniably awkward, compounded by the complexities of their relationship and the absence of the rest of the group.

A sense of impatience crept over her as she glanced at the time. Hospitals were never her preferred place, a sentiment only intensified by memories of her mother's passing. She wished for the familiarity of the group, even Jessica's presence would have been a welcomed distraction. Sighing once again, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

"I'm gonna sign the papers, get dressed," she mumbled, walking over to the desk to sign the release papers. The wait was testing her patience, and the prospect of lingering any longer in the sterile environment pushed her to take action. If she had to wait any longer, she was ready to scream. The room seemed to close in on her, the sterile atmosphere contrasting sharply with the complicated emotions swirling in her mind.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm watched everyone leave before turning back to the only other person that decided to stay and he felt his stomach drop a bit. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands together to stop the shaking. Her comment had him huffing out a laugh.

"I mean, you wouldn't be the first one to try" he said with a shrug. He was not good at this, talking and being friends. He was too awkward and didn't know when to stop when it came to certain things. The tension in the room grew and his hand tightened on his left hand.

Hearing about her going to sign his release papers had him letting out a breath. He pushed himself out of bed and groaned, his body sore from disuse after being through the stuff from the Woodsman. He was thankful that his mom had brought clothes and he grabbed the bag and went to the restroom to change. As he undressed he took catalog of all the bruises and bumps and groaned again, though he knew what he was getting into when he decided to be a cop. He was surprised that his mom didn't get him a whole new suit just for the occasion but what he was looking at was a pair of slacks and a black Henley. He changed quickly and attempted to do something with his hair but he decided to just leave it down. He walked out of the bathroom to see Azalia waiting for him. He saw on the desk a bag with what he assumed was a new batch of medicine and he sighed and grabbed the bag and looked to the woman.

"Lead the way" he said, motioning for her to go first.

Outside there was Aldolpho waiting for them. He let Azalia get in first and he went in second. Arriving at his loft was almost bittersweet. He knew he hadn't been away from it long but it felt like a lifetime ago that he was there. He pulled his keys out and let everyone in, walking up the stairs and into the main part. He heard Sunshine chirp at hom and he smiled, going over to the cage to let her out, automatically doing a couple of circuits before stopping on the balcony where he assumed that the room was already set up.

"Guess I should show you to your room" he said, dropping his bag and motioning to the stairs that led up. He was glad to see that the cleaners didn't touch his desk and all the stacks of files and boxes he had, they knew better but it still happened occasionally. He went last one of the doors, not even giving it a second glance, The Never Ever Room. He opened the door across from it though before stepping to the side, it exactly looking the fact that his mom decided to put him in his old room.

"Home sweet home...Kinda" he said.

[luvvsisi]

Azalia nodded, following the male to her room. As she laid her bags on the bed, a sigh escaped her. Glancing around, she couldn't help but appreciate the comfort the room offered. It seemed like a place she could find solace.

Leaving the room, she made her way to Malcom's, gently opening the door just a bit. "I'm gonna make you some food," she spoke softly before heading down the stairs. The task at hand was clear: create a comforting meal.

Inspecting the contents of the fridge, Azalia pondered her options. Did he have the ingredients for Honey Chicken, a delightful Chinese dish? She hummed in thought as she perused his cabinets, finding most of the necessary components. With determination, she preheated the oven and began preparing the ingredients, the aroma of the upcoming meal starting to fill the air. The act of cooking became a therapeutic exercise, a way to provide comfort in the midst of uncertainty.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm went off back down the stairs, leaving the woman to the room to get ready. As he came down Sunshine flew to his should and perched there while he made his way to the living room and attempt to relax, finding a book he was reading from a while ago, enjoying what little silence he would have before inevitably Azalia would want to talk about everything and he definitely wasn't looking forward to that. When she had mentioned food his stomach gave a turn, not really in the mood for real food, but he just nodded and let her do her thing. He will admit though that it did smell good and because his mother would kick his ass if he didn't, he would try a couple bites and hope his stomach could handle it.

He was half way through the book when dinner had finished, Sunshine having gone back to her cage a while ago. He sighed and stood up, marking the page and going over to the island where the plates were set up.

"It smells amazing..." He said taking a seat, knowing already it was going to be good but his stomach was going to hate it, but he wasn't about to be rude. He waited for her to sit before picking up his fork and knife and cut the smallest piece he could of everything and put it in his mouth,chewing slowly before swallowing. "Tastes great" he said, though he could feel the tension growing and he knew a difficult conversation was brewing, distracting himself with cutting off another small piece and eating it.

[luvvsisi]

"Glad you like it," she mumbled softly, her gaze fixed on the contents of her bowl. The room held an air of quiet tension, punctuated by the occasional clink of utensils against porcelain. The food became an excuse, a distraction meticulously crafted to navigate the labyrinth of her thoughts.

As she toyed with the remnants on her plate, a cascade of memories inundated her mind—the lingering imprint of the kiss, the echo of heated exchanges. Each bite became a symbolic attempt to consume the complexity that hung in the air.

Taking a deep breath, she stood, the chair scraping against the floor in a symphony of discomfort. Discarding the untouched food into the trash, the clatter resonated as if to mirror the internal turmoil. The kitchen, with its familiar surroundings, became a haven for contemplation, a space where the mundane act of cleaning up served as a temporary distraction.

"You should sleep," she suggested, her voice carrying both a genuine concern and a subtle plea for a reprieve from the tumult within. The staircase led her to her room, a sanctuary now fraught with the residue of unresolved emotions. As she settled in the middle of the bed, sleep seemed like an elusive companion. The night stretched ahead, a canvas painted with the shadows of her thoughts, and the unresolved tension lingered in the air, casting its pall over the dimly lit room.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm continued to pick at the food, eating more than he thought he would, though he had been out for a week with only fluids. He was having trouble keeping his hand steady though but he tried his best to stop it. When nothing came from the dinner, only a comment of 'get some sleep' he groaned, throwing his food away as well before he started washing the dishes. When that was finished he went over and started to look over the new medicine he got and set it up in a line with his old medicine and started to take what was needed. He was sure he wasn't going to sleep, a whole week was way more than what Malcolm was used to and he's surprised his body hadn't gone into shock because of it. He wandered over to the bathroom and changed into sleep clothes and got himself ready for bed, strapping himself in and just laying there, staring at the ceiling.

Malcolm didn't know when he had fallen asleep, the only thing he knew was that he was running through a forest, his dad, Eve, and Endecott running after him, screaming at him. He was trying to get away but no matter what he did he would trip and not get very far. He managed to take a corner and he ran into Ainsley, covered in blood, knife in her hand. She let out a scream and stabbed him. He woke up with a scream, breathing heavy. He tried to calm himself down, looking around and trying to name what he saw around him. He let out a groan and fell back onto his bed.

He laid there a moment before I doing the cuffs and getting out of bed and going for the water and gulping it down. He let out a sigh and walked into the kitchen and started the kettle, knowing he wasn't sleeping the rest of the night.

[luvvsisi]

Starter post PS rp.

It had been a crazy couple months, first Ansley and Endicott, covering up for her and dismembering the body, which he didn't even want to get started on how much he actually enjoyed it and how quiet his mind was during the whole thing. It was almost a relief when the case was officially closed and he had hoped for just a bit of a break to regroup but that was never in the cards for Malcolm Bright, it was always go, go, go, one crazy thing after another that would break him just that bit more. No rest for the wicked and all that. Now it was four inmates, including Martin running around causing who knows what kind of havoc and he would have been fine with just chasing them down and capturing them, but, another wrench, his father wasn't with them, another chink in the armor that was Malcolm's brain, though really he was sure it had to be made of aluminum instead.

It all came to a head when he was kidnapped, twice, became a criminal, again, and got away from almost being tortured, yet again...He was definitely not liking that pattern, but that was the least of his problems, right now he had finished tracking and capturing the Woodsman Killer and was now standing in the middle of the forest, dad bleeding out on the floor, bloody knife in his hand. It was Dani screaming his name that finally broke him. His brain taking over and telling his body to shut down and everything went black. He woke up a week later on a hospital, well, more like a fancy asylum for rich people, no doubt strong armed by his mother to allow him to be admitted. He went to run his eyes but found his arms and legs strapped to the bed. He groaned and let his head fall back onto the bed.

The moving around must have triggered something because a couple of nurses came in and started to look him over and running normal tests for someone who had just woke up.

"Can you tell me your name?" Asked one of the nurses. He tried to talked but his throat was dry and he let out a cough. A straw appeared next to his lips a second later and he took a couple small sips, automatically feeling better.

"Malcolm Bright" he said, rolling his eyes, even though he knew it was procedure, it was still annoying. The nurses looked happy though and he felt the restraints come off finally as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable, finally taking in his surroundings.

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"About a week...You were brought here and we couldn't wake you...The doctors figured you had a break and your body was protecting you...The doctor will be in shortly to answer any more questions" said one of the nurses before they walked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and hopefully be able to actually sort through everything and get back to his 'normal' self.

"It just needs Gil's signature," Azalia spoke, sighing as she closed the file on the recently concluded case. Despite Gil being her father, she maintained a professional demeanor at work. Standing up, she walked over to Dani, concern etched on her face.

"Has anyone heard anything on Malcolm? I've been calling, but they won't answer me," she mumbled, glancing at her phone, perhaps unaware of her persistence.

JT, picking up the phone, broke the tension. "He's awake," he announced, hanging up as Azalia's attention snapped toward him. "If you hold on... or not," he added with a sigh, observing the girl leave the precinct. "She hated him like five months ago," he mumbled to Gil, grabbing his jacket and following the rest of the team.

Arriving at the hospital, Azalia wasted no time, signing the check-in sheet at the front desk. Swiftly locating Malcolm's room, she knocked twice, her relief evident as she entered. "You're awake," she said softly, placing her jacket on the chair. A light laughter escaped her lips as she watched the nurses tend to Malcolm. "I thought JT was messing with me."

Anxiously, she inquired, "Is he good? He's okay, right?" Glancing at the paper in her hands, Azalia sought reassurance about Malcolm's condition.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm wasn't alone for long or seemed because the next thing he knew he saw the team plus Azalea walk in. He was happy to see his team, really, and was surprised to see Azalia there seeing as she wasn't exactly happy with him then last time they talked. The nurse assured her that he was alright just as the doctor came in and kind of frowned at the amount of people in the room.

"If you would all please step to the side and give some space, I promise you can visit ona couple minutes. Gil and Dani nodded and stepped to the side to the other side of the room. Things had just calmed down and the doctor made it to Malcolm's side and was about to ask some questions but then high heels could be jwdrd echoing through the halls at a fast pace. Malcolm didn't even need to look up to see who it was. Jessica bursts into the room and went right to Malcolm, ignoring the doctor and drew him into a tight hug.

"Malcolm Bright don't you ever scare me like that again!" She said. Malcolm let out a slight groan at how tight his mom was holding him but he couldn't bring himself to care. He raised his arms and hugged her back.

"I'll try?" He said, pushing her away. "I'm sure if you don't let the doctor do his thing he's gonna throw you out" he said, motioning to the doctor who looked anything but amused.

"I'd like to see him try, I bought 90 percent of this building" she said, but she listened and pulled away, going to stand with the rest of the people.

The doctor took a breath and finally stepped up to Malcolm and doing more rest, checking on the random bruises and cuts he got while holding up with the Woodsman Killer. He noted something in his chart before nodding.

"And the verdict doc?" Asked Malcolm with his fake smile.

"Well, your doing better than I would have thought of someone who suffered a minor mental break. CT scans are normal, your bruised up pretty bad, but other than that your fine...I do suggest getting more sleep though and more therapy, you got lucky Bright...Most people don't come back from something like that fully" said the doctor and Malcom laughed.

"I've had heard of practice' he joked.

"Malcolm!" Warned Jessica and he just smiled crookedly and shrugged.

"Now, take it easy, no stressful situations for a while' he said before leaving.

"No stressful situations? I'm sure Bright would combust" said Dani, it she was smiling fondly.

[luvvsisi]

"Malcolm Bright taking it easy? Are we talking about the same Bright? That's gonna be impossible," Azalia muttered to herself, glancing at the male beside her. She couldn't help but express a sentiment shared by many who knew Malcolm's relentless nature. "No offense," she added, acknowledging the uniqueness of the situation.

The room held a tense atmosphere as the doctor left, leaving the lingering challenge of convincing Malcolm to rest. JT, looking at the girl, suggested, "Unless you stayed with him." There was a subtle acknowledgment of her ability to achieve what seemed impossible – getting Malcolm to take a four-hour nap.

Azalia, however, crossed her arms, a clear display of her lingering frustration. "Me? No! Besides, I'm still pissed. Seeing him alive is great and all, but I don't want anything to do with it," she declared, maintaining a defensive posture.

JT, amused, brought up her recent concerns, teasing, "Really? What happened to 'The hospital needs to answer my calls. I need to know if he's okay'?" He mimicked her, enjoying the moment, adding, "Or my favorite line, 'I wonde–'" Azalia interrupted him, placing her hand over his mouth. JT pulled it down with a playful smirk. "Don't do that again."

"Fine, I'll babysit," Azalia grumbled, agreeing to keep an eye on Malcolm, realizing it might provide an opportunity for the two of them to talk and sort out their complicated dynamics.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm did not like the idea of taking it easy, yes, he wanted to, he needed to really, there was a lot that needed to be thought about, but having the doctor and then everyone else agreeing, he didn't want to anymore, in true brat fashion. Hearing everyone agreeing had him groaning, sitting back, crossing his arms. He was curious as to why JT suggested Azalia, like he said, him and the woman didn't exactly leave on the best foot before things got truly crazy and he expected the backlash from her.

"Uh...I really don't need a babysitter" he said, really not looking forward to having someone stay with him. Dani, Jessica, and Gil gave him a look and he rose his hands in defeat. His attention was brought back to JT when he started to spout off things that apparently Azalia had said while he was out. He rose an eyebrow and looked at her in amusement, curious as to what the last thing was. That still brought it back to not being alone and having Azalia living with him or being with him a good portion of his time. "Ok...Fine, but don't expect me to do this without some sort of resistance" he said with a sigh.

"I'll have one of the upstairs rooms cleaned out for you darling, like hell I'm letting you sleep on that couch" said Jessica, pulling her phone out. She walked over to Malcolm and kissed his forehead before walking out. She did stop by Azalia and patted her on the shoulder. "If he gives you any shit, I give you full permission to kick his ass, darling" she said with a smile, walking out, putting the phone to her ear. Malcolm watched her leave before looking right at Gil.

"Alright, what happened? What did you do to keep me out of jail? Or is that still being talked about and there will be a discussion once I'm out of here? What about Dr. Whitly...Did I..." he couldn't bring himself to say it. Dani cleared her throat and pushed herself off the wall.

"We can talk about that once you get out of here...You don't need the stress" said Dani and he glared at her before turning back to Gil.

"He's also in a coma, he lost a lot of blood but you managed to miss all of the important organs...He's back at Clarmont...That is all we're gonna talk about while your here...I'm going to go check when you can get out of here" said Gil, leaving, Dani following him.

Malcolm sighed in relief and relaxed a bit more, though he was still stuck with the fact that Azalia was going to have to look over him.

[luvvsisi]

Azalia sighed inwardly as she watched them leave, closing the door behind them. Turning her attention back to Malcolm, she spoke with a hint of dry humor, "Don't worry, I don't plan on murdering you," as she took a seat in the chair by the bed. The atmosphere in the room was undeniably awkward, compounded by the complexities of their relationship and the absence of the rest of the group.

A sense of impatience crept over her as she glanced at the time. Hospitals were never her preferred place, a sentiment only intensified by memories of her mother's passing. She wished for the familiarity of the group, even Jessica's presence would have been a welcomed distraction. Sighing once again, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

"I'm gonna sign the papers, get dressed," she mumbled, walking over to the desk to sign the release papers. The wait was testing her patience, and the prospect of lingering any longer in the sterile environment pushed her to take action. If she had to wait any longer, she was ready to scream. The room seemed to close in on her, the sterile atmosphere contrasting sharply with the complicated emotions swirling in her mind.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm watched everyone leave before turning back to the only other person that decided to stay and he felt his stomach drop a bit. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands together to stop the shaking. Her comment had him huffing out a laugh.

"I mean, you wouldn't be the first one to try" he said with a shrug. He was not good at this, talking and being friends. He was too awkward and didn't know when to stop when it came to certain things. The tension in the room grew and his hand tightened on his left hand.

Hearing about her going to sign his release papers had him letting out a breath. He pushed himself out of bed and groaned, his body sore from disuse after being through the stuff from the Woodsman. He was thankful that his mom had brought clothes and he grabbed the bag and went to the restroom to change. As he undressed he took catalog of all the bruises and bumps and groaned again, though he knew what he was getting into when he decided to be a cop. He was surprised that his mom didn't get him a whole new suit just for the occasion but what he was looking at was a pair of slacks and a black Henley. He changed quickly and attempted to do something with his hair but he decided to just leave it down. He walked out of the bathroom to see Azalia waiting for him. He saw on the desk a bag with what he assumed was a new batch of medicine and he sighed and grabbed the bag and looked to the woman.

"Lead the way" he said, motioning for her to go first.

Outside there was Aldolpho waiting for them. He let Azalia get in first and he went in second. Arriving at his loft was almost bittersweet. He knew he hadn't been away from it long but it felt like a lifetime ago that he was there. He pulled his keys out and let everyone in, walking up the stairs and into the main part. He heard Sunshine chirp at hom and he smiled, going over to the cage to let her out, automatically doing a couple of circuits before stopping on the balcony where he assumed that the room was already set up.

"Guess I should show you to your room" he said, dropping his bag and motioning to the stairs that led up. He was glad to see that the cleaners didn't touch his desk and all the stacks of files and boxes he had, they knew better but it still happened occasionally. He went last one of the doors, not even giving it a second glance, The Never Ever Room. He opened the door across from it though before stepping to the side, it exactly looking the fact that his mom decided to put him in his old room.

"Home sweet home...Kinda" he said.

[luvvsisi]

Azalia nodded, following the male to her room. As she laid her bags on the bed, a sigh escaped her. Glancing around, she couldn't help but appreciate the comfort the room offered. It seemed like a place she could find solace.

Leaving the room, she made her way to Malcom's, gently opening the door just a bit. "I'm gonna make you some food," she spoke softly before heading down the stairs. The task at hand was clear: create a comforting meal.

Inspecting the contents of the fridge, Azalia pondered her options. Did he have the ingredients for Honey Chicken, a delightful Chinese dish? She hummed in thought as she perused his cabinets, finding most of the necessary components. With determination, she preheated the oven and began preparing the ingredients, the aroma of the upcoming meal starting to fill the air. The act of cooking became a therapeutic exercise, a way to provide comfort in the midst of uncertainty.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm went off back down the stairs, leaving the woman to the room to get ready. As he came down Sunshine flew to his should and perched there while he made his way to the living room and attempt to relax, finding a book he was reading from a while ago, enjoying what little silence he would have before inevitably Azalia would want to talk about everything and he definitely wasn't looking forward to that. When she had mentioned food his stomach gave a turn, not really in the mood for real food, but he just nodded and let her do her thing. He will admit though that it did smell good and because his mother would kick his ass if he didn't, he would try a couple bites and hope his stomach could handle it.

He was half way through the book when dinner had finished, Sunshine having gone back to her cage a while ago. He sighed and stood up, marking the page and going over to the island where the plates were set up.

"It smells amazing..." He said taking a seat, knowing already it was going to be good but his stomach was going to hate it, but he wasn't about to be rude. He waited for her to sit before picking up his fork and knife and cut the smallest piece he could of everything and put it in his mouth,chewing slowly before swallowing. "Tastes great" he said, though he could feel the tension growing and he knew a difficult conversation was brewing, distracting himself with cutting off another small piece and eating it.

[luvvsisi]

Starter post PS rp.

It had been a crazy couple months, first Ansley and Endicott, covering up for her and dismembering the body, which he didn't even want to get started on how much he actually enjoyed it and how quiet his mind was during the whole thing. It was almost a relief when the case was officially closed and he had hoped for just a bit of a break to regroup but that was never in the cards for Malcolm Bright, it was always go, go, go, one crazy thing after another that would break him just that bit more. No rest for the wicked and all that. Now it was four inmates, including Martin running around causing who knows what kind of havoc and he would have been fine with just chasing them down and capturing them, but, another wrench, his father wasn't with them, another chink in the armor that was Malcolm's brain, though really he was sure it had to be made of aluminum instead.

It all came to a head when he was kidnapped, twice, became a criminal, again, and got away from almost being tortured, yet again...He was definitely not liking that pattern, but that was the least of his problems, right now he had finished tracking and capturing the Woodsman Killer and was now standing in the middle of the forest, dad bleeding out on the floor, bloody knife in his hand. It was Dani screaming his name that finally broke him. His brain taking over and telling his body to shut down and everything went black. He woke up a week later on a hospital, well, more like a fancy asylum for rich people, no doubt strong armed by his mother to allow him to be admitted. He went to run his eyes but found his arms and legs strapped to the bed. He groaned and let his head fall back onto the bed.

The moving around must have triggered something because a couple of nurses came in and started to look him over and running normal tests for someone who had just woke up.

"Can you tell me your name?" Asked one of the nurses. He tried to talked but his throat was dry and he let out a cough. A straw appeared next to his lips a second later and he took a couple small sips, automatically feeling better.

"Malcolm Bright" he said, rolling his eyes, even though he knew it was procedure, it was still annoying. The nurses looked happy though and he felt the restraints come off finally as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable, finally taking in his surroundings.

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"About a week...You were brought here and we couldn't wake you...The doctors figured you had a break and your body was protecting you...The doctor will be in shortly to answer any more questions" said one of the nurses before they walked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and hopefully be able to actually sort through everything and get back to his 'normal' self.

"It just needs Gil's signature," Azalia spoke, sighing as she closed the file on the recently concluded case. Despite Gil being her father, she maintained a professional demeanor at work. Standing up, she walked over to Dani, concern etched on her face.

"Has anyone heard anything on Malcolm? I've been calling, but they won't answer me," she mumbled, glancing at her phone, perhaps unaware of her persistence.

JT, picking up the phone, broke the tension. "He's awake," he announced, hanging up as Azalia's attention snapped toward him. "If you hold on... or not," he added with a sigh, observing the girl leave the precinct. "She hated him like five months ago," he mumbled to Gil, grabbing his jacket and following the rest of the team.

Arriving at the hospital, Azalia wasted no time, signing the check-in sheet at the front desk. Swiftly locating Malcolm's room, she knocked twice, her relief evident as she entered. "You're awake," she said softly, placing her jacket on the chair. A light laughter escaped her lips as she watched the nurses tend to Malcolm. "I thought JT was messing with me."

Anxiously, she inquired, "Is he good? He's okay, right?" Glancing at the paper in her hands, Azalia sought reassurance about Malcolm's condition.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm wasn't alone for long or seemed because the next thing he knew he saw the team plus Azalea walk in. He was happy to see his team, really, and was surprised to see Azalia there seeing as she wasn't exactly happy with him then last time they talked. The nurse assured her that he was alright just as the doctor came in and kind of frowned at the amount of people in the room.

"If you would all please step to the side and give some space, I promise you can visit ona couple minutes. Gil and Dani nodded and stepped to the side to the other side of the room. Things had just calmed down and the doctor made it to Malcolm's side and was about to ask some questions but then high heels could be jwdrd echoing through the halls at a fast pace. Malcolm didn't even need to look up to see who it was. Jessica bursts into the room and went right to Malcolm, ignoring the doctor and drew him into a tight hug.

"Malcolm Bright don't you ever scare me like that again!" She said. Malcolm let out a slight groan at how tight his mom was holding him but he couldn't bring himself to care. He raised his arms and hugged her back.

"I'll try?" He said, pushing her away. "I'm sure if you don't let the doctor do his thing he's gonna throw you out" he said, motioning to the doctor who looked anything but amused.

"I'd like to see him try, I bought 90 percent of this building" she said, but she listened and pulled away, going to stand with the rest of the people.

The doctor took a breath and finally stepped up to Malcolm and doing more rest, checking on the random bruises and cuts he got while holding up with the Woodsman Killer. He noted something in his chart before nodding.

"And the verdict doc?" Asked Malcolm with his fake smile.

"Well, your doing better than I would have thought of someone who suffered a minor mental break. CT scans are normal, your bruised up pretty bad, but other than that your fine...I do suggest getting more sleep though and more therapy, you got lucky Bright...Most people don't come back from something like that fully" said the doctor and Malcom laughed.

"I've had heard of practice' he joked.

"Malcolm!" Warned Jessica and he just smiled crookedly and shrugged.

"Now, take it easy, no stressful situations for a while' he said before leaving.

"No stressful situations? I'm sure Bright would combust" said Dani, it she was smiling fondly.

[luvvsisi]

"Malcolm Bright taking it easy? Are we talking about the same Bright? That's gonna be impossible," Azalia muttered to herself, glancing at the male beside her. She couldn't help but express a sentiment shared by many who knew Malcolm's relentless nature. "No offense," she added, acknowledging the uniqueness of the situation.

The room held a tense atmosphere as the doctor left, leaving the lingering challenge of convincing Malcolm to rest. JT, looking at the girl, suggested, "Unless you stayed with him." There was a subtle acknowledgment of her ability to achieve what seemed impossible – getting Malcolm to take a four-hour nap.

Azalia, however, crossed her arms, a clear display of her lingering frustration. "Me? No! Besides, I'm still pissed. Seeing him alive is great and all, but I don't want anything to do with it," she declared, maintaining a defensive posture.

JT, amused, brought up her recent concerns, teasing, "Really? What happened to 'The hospital needs to answer my calls. I need to know if he's okay'?" He mimicked her, enjoying the moment, adding, "Or my favorite line, 'I wonde–'" Azalia interrupted him, placing her hand over his mouth. JT pulled it down with a playful smirk. "Don't do that again."

"Fine, I'll babysit," Azalia grumbled, agreeing to keep an eye on Malcolm, realizing it might provide an opportunity for the two of them to talk and sort out their complicated dynamics.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm did not like the idea of taking it easy, yes, he wanted to, he needed to really, there was a lot that needed to be thought about, but having the doctor and then everyone else agreeing, he didn't want to anymore, in true brat fashion. Hearing everyone agreeing had him groaning, sitting back, crossing his arms. He was curious as to why JT suggested Azalia, like he said, him and the woman didn't exactly leave on the best foot before things got truly crazy and he expected the backlash from her.

"Uh...I really don't need a babysitter" he said, really not looking forward to having someone stay with him. Dani, Jessica, and Gil gave him a look and he rose his hands in defeat. His attention was brought back to JT when he started to spout off things that apparently Azalia had said while he was out. He rose an eyebrow and looked at her in amusement, curious as to what the last thing was. That still brought it back to not being alone and having Azalia living with him or being with him a good portion of his time. "Ok...Fine, but don't expect me to do this without some sort of resistance" he said with a sigh.

"I'll have one of the upstairs rooms cleaned out for you darling, like hell I'm letting you sleep on that couch" said Jessica, pulling her phone out. She walked over to Malcolm and kissed his forehead before walking out. She did stop by Azalia and patted her on the shoulder. "If he gives you any shit, I give you full permission to kick his ass, darling" she said with a smile, walking out, putting the phone to her ear. Malcolm watched her leave before looking right at Gil.

"Alright, what happened? What did you do to keep me out of jail? Or is that still being talked about and there will be a discussion once I'm out of here? What about Dr. Whitly...Did I..." he couldn't bring himself to say it. Dani cleared her throat and pushed herself off the wall.

"We can talk about that once you get out of here...You don't need the stress" said Dani and he glared at her before turning back to Gil.

"He's also in a coma, he lost a lot of blood but you managed to miss all of the important organs...He's back at Clarmont...That is all we're gonna talk about while your here...I'm going to go check when you can get out of here" said Gil, leaving, Dani following him.

Malcolm sighed in relief and relaxed a bit more, though he was still stuck with the fact that Azalia was going to have to look over him.

[luvvsisi]

Azalia sighed inwardly as she watched them leave, closing the door behind them. Turning her attention back to Malcolm, she spoke with a hint of dry humor, "Don't worry, I don't plan on murdering you," as she took a seat in the chair by the bed. The atmosphere in the room was undeniably awkward, compounded by the complexities of their relationship and the absence of the rest of the group.

A sense of impatience crept over her as she glanced at the time. Hospitals were never her preferred place, a sentiment only intensified by memories of her mother's passing. She wished for the familiarity of the group, even Jessica's presence would have been a welcomed distraction. Sighing once again, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

"I'm gonna sign the papers, get dressed," she mumbled, walking over to the desk to sign the release papers. The wait was testing her patience, and the prospect of lingering any longer in the sterile environment pushed her to take action. If she had to wait any longer, she was ready to scream. The room seemed to close in on her, the sterile atmosphere contrasting sharply with the complicated emotions swirling in her mind.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm watched everyone leave before turning back to the only other person that decided to stay and he felt his stomach drop a bit. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands together to stop the shaking. Her comment had him huffing out a laugh.

"I mean, you wouldn't be the first one to try" he said with a shrug. He was not good at this, talking and being friends. He was too awkward and didn't know when to stop when it came to certain things. The tension in the room grew and his hand tightened on his left hand.

Hearing about her going to sign his release papers had him letting out a breath. He pushed himself out of bed and groaned, his body sore from disuse after being through the stuff from the Woodsman. He was thankful that his mom had brought clothes and he grabbed the bag and went to the restroom to change. As he undressed he took catalog of all the bruises and bumps and groaned again, though he knew what he was getting into when he decided to be a cop. He was surprised that his mom didn't get him a whole new suit just for the occasion but what he was looking at was a pair of slacks and a black Henley. He changed quickly and attempted to do something with his hair but he decided to just leave it down. He walked out of the bathroom to see Azalia waiting for him. He saw on the desk a bag with what he assumed was a new batch of medicine and he sighed and grabbed the bag and looked to the woman.

"Lead the way" he said, motioning for her to go first.

Outside there was Aldolpho waiting for them. He let Azalia get in first and he went in second. Arriving at his loft was almost bittersweet. He knew he hadn't been away from it long but it felt like a lifetime ago that he was there. He pulled his keys out and let everyone in, walking up the stairs and into the main part. He heard Sunshine chirp at hom and he smiled, going over to the cage to let her out, automatically doing a couple of circuits before stopping on the balcony where he assumed that the room was already set up.

"Guess I should show you to your room" he said, dropping his bag and motioning to the stairs that led up. He was glad to see that the cleaners didn't touch his desk and all the stacks of files and boxes he had, they knew better but it still happened occasionally. He went last one of the doors, not even giving it a second glance, The Never Ever Room. He opened the door across from it though before stepping to the side, it exactly looking the fact that his mom decided to put him in his old room.

"Home sweet home...Kinda" he said.

[luvvsisi]

Starter post PS rp.

It had been a crazy couple months, first Ansley and Endicott, covering up for her and dismembering the body, which he didn't even want to get started on how much he actually enjoyed it and how quiet his mind was during the whole thing. It was almost a relief when the case was officially closed and he had hoped for just a bit of a break to regroup but that was never in the cards for Malcolm Bright, it was always go, go, go, one crazy thing after another that would break him just that bit more. No rest for the wicked and all that. Now it was four inmates, including Martin running around causing who knows what kind of havoc and he would have been fine with just chasing them down and capturing them, but, another wrench, his father wasn't with them, another chink in the armor that was Malcolm's brain, though really he was sure it had to be made of aluminum instead.

It all came to a head when he was kidnapped, twice, became a criminal, again, and got away from almost being tortured, yet again...He was definitely not liking that pattern, but that was the least of his problems, right now he had finished tracking and capturing the Woodsman Killer and was now standing in the middle of the forest, dad bleeding out on the floor, bloody knife in his hand. It was Dani screaming his name that finally broke him. His brain taking over and telling his body to shut down and everything went black. He woke up a week later on a hospital, well, more like a fancy asylum for rich people, no doubt strong armed by his mother to allow him to be admitted. He went to run his eyes but found his arms and legs strapped to the bed. He groaned and let his head fall back onto the bed.

The moving around must have triggered something because a couple of nurses came in and started to look him over and running normal tests for someone who had just woke up.

"Can you tell me your name?" Asked one of the nurses. He tried to talked but his throat was dry and he let out a cough. A straw appeared next to his lips a second later and he took a couple small sips, automatically feeling better.

"Malcolm Bright" he said, rolling his eyes, even though he knew it was procedure, it was still annoying. The nurses looked happy though and he felt the restraints come off finally as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable, finally taking in his surroundings.

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"About a week...You were brought here and we couldn't wake you...The doctors figured you had a break and your body was protecting you...The doctor will be in shortly to answer any more questions" said one of the nurses before they walked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and hopefully be able to actually sort through everything and get back to his 'normal' self.

"It just needs Gil's signature," Azalia spoke, sighing as she closed the file on the recently concluded case. Despite Gil being her father, she maintained a professional demeanor at work. Standing up, she walked over to Dani, concern etched on her face.

"Has anyone heard anything on Malcolm? I've been calling, but they won't answer me," she mumbled, glancing at her phone, perhaps unaware of her persistence.

JT, picking up the phone, broke the tension. "He's awake," he announced, hanging up as Azalia's attention snapped toward him. "If you hold on... or not," he added with a sigh, observing the girl leave the precinct. "She hated him like five months ago," he mumbled to Gil, grabbing his jacket and following the rest of the team.

Arriving at the hospital, Azalia wasted no time, signing the check-in sheet at the front desk. Swiftly locating Malcolm's room, she knocked twice, her relief evident as she entered. "You're awake," she said softly, placing her jacket on the chair. A light laughter escaped her lips as she watched the nurses tend to Malcolm. "I thought JT was messing with me."

Anxiously, she inquired, "Is he good? He's okay, right?" Glancing at the paper in her hands, Azalia sought reassurance about Malcolm's condition.

[imxthexdoctor]

Malcolm wasn't alone for long or seemed because the next thing he knew he saw the team plus Azalea walk in. He was happy to see his team, really, and was surprised to see Azalia there seeing as she wasn't exactly happy with him then last time they talked. The nurse assured her that he was alright just as the doctor came in and kind of frowned at the amount of people in the room.

"If you would all please step to the side and give some space, I promise you can visit ona couple minutes. Gil and Dani nodded and stepped to the side to the other side of the room. Things had just calmed down and the doctor made it to Malcolm's side and was about to ask some questions but then high heels could be jwdrd echoing through the halls at a fast pace. Malcolm didn't even need to look up to see who it was. Jessica bursts into the room and went right to Malcolm, ignoring the doctor and drew him into a tight hug.

"Malcolm Bright don't you ever scare me like that again!" She said. Malcolm let out a slight groan at how tight his mom was holding him but he couldn't bring himself to care. He raised his arms and hugged her back.

"I'll try?" He said, pushing her away. "I'm sure if you don't let the doctor do his thing he's gonna throw you out" he said, motioning to the doctor who looked anything but amused.

"I'd like to see him try, I bought 90 percent of this building" she said, but she listened and pulled away, going to stand with the rest of the people.

The doctor took a breath and finally stepped up to Malcolm and doing more rest, checking on the random bruises and cuts he got while holding up with the Woodsman Killer. He noted something in his chart before nodding.

"And the verdict doc?" Asked Malcolm with his fake smile.

"Well, your doing better than I would have thought of someone who suffered a minor mental break. CT scans are normal, your bruised up pretty bad, but other than that your fine...I do suggest getting more sleep though and more therapy, you got lucky Bright...Most people don't come back from something like that fully" said the doctor and Malcom laughed.

"I've had heard of practice' he joked.

"Malcolm!" Warned Jessica and he just smiled crookedly and shrugged.

"Now, take it easy, no stressful situations for a while' he said before leaving.

"No stressful situations? I'm sure Bright would combust" said Dani, it she was smiling fondly.

[luvvsisi]

"Malcolm Bright taking it easy? Are we talking about the same Bright? That's gonna be impossible," Azalia muttered to herself, glancing at the male beside her. She couldn't help but express a sentiment shared by many who knew Malcolm's relentless nature. "No offense," she added, acknowledging the uniqueness of the situation.

The room held a tense atmosphere as the doctor left, leaving the lingering challenge of convincing Malcolm to rest. JT, looking at the girl, suggested, "Unless you stayed with him." There was a subtle acknowledgment of her ability to achieve what seemed impossible – getting Malcolm to take a four-hour nap.

Azalia, however, crossed her arms, a clear display of her lingering frustration. "Me? No! Besides, I'm still pissed. Seeing him alive is great and all, but I don't want anything to do with it," she declared, maintaining a defensive posture.

JT, amused, brought up her recent concerns, teasing, "Really? What happened to 'The hospital needs to answer my calls. I need to know if he's okay'?" He mimicked her, enjoying the moment, adding, "Or my favorite line, 'I wonde–'" Azalia interrupted him, placing her hand over his mouth. JT pulled it down with a playful smirk. "Don't do that again."

"Fine, I'll babysit," Azalia grumbled, agreeing to keep an eye on Malcolm, realizing it might provide an opportunity for the two of them to talk and sort out their complicated dynamics.

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Malcolm did not like the idea of taking it easy, yes, he wanted to, he needed to really, there was a lot that needed to be thought about, but having the doctor and then everyone else agreeing, he didn't want to anymore, in true brat fashion. Hearing everyone agreeing had him groaning, sitting back, crossing his arms. He was curious as to why JT suggested Azalia, like he said, him and the woman didn't exactly leave on the best foot before things got truly crazy and he expected the backlash from her.

"Uh...I really don't need a babysitter" he said, really not looking forward to having someone stay with him. Dani, Jessica, and Gil gave him a look and he rose his hands in defeat. His attention was brought back to JT when he started to spout off things that apparently Azalia had said while he was out. He rose an eyebrow and looked at her in amusement, curious as to what the last thing was. That still brought it back to not being alone and having Azalia living with him or being with him a good portion of his time. "Ok...Fine, but don't expect me to do this without some sort of resistance" he said with a sigh.

"I'll have one of the upstairs rooms cleaned out for you darling, like hell I'm letting you sleep on that couch" said Jessica, pulling her phone out. She walked over to Malcolm and kissed his forehead before walking out. She did stop by Azalia and patted her on the shoulder. "If he gives you any shit, I give you full permission to kick his ass, darling" she said with a smile, walking out, putting the phone to her ear. Malcolm watched her leave before looking right at Gil.

"Alright, what happened? What did you do to keep me out of jail? Or is that still being talked about and there will be a discussion once I'm out of here? What about Dr. Whitly...Did I..." he couldn't bring himself to say it. Dani cleared her throat and pushed herself off the wall.

"We can talk about that once you get out of here...You don't need the stress" said Dani and he glared at her before turning back to Gil.

"He's also in a coma, he lost a lot of blood but you managed to miss all of the important organs...He's back at Clarmont...That is all we're gonna talk about while your here...I'm going to go check when you can get out of here" said Gil, leaving, Dani following him.

Malcolm sighed in relief and relaxed a bit more, though he was still stuck with the fact that Azalia was going to have to look over him.

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Starter post PS rp.

It had been a crazy couple months, first Ansley and Endicott, covering up for her and dismembering the body, which he didn't even want to get started on how much he actually enjoyed it and how quiet his mind was during the whole thing. It was almost a relief when the case was officially closed and he had hoped for just a bit of a break to regroup but that was never in the cards for Malcolm Bright, it was always go, go, go, one crazy thing after another that would break him just that bit more. No rest for the wicked and all that. Now it was four inmates, including Martin running around causing who knows what kind of havoc and he would have been fine with just chasing them down and capturing them, but, another wrench, his father wasn't with them, another chink in the armor that was Malcolm's brain, though really he was sure it had to be made of aluminum instead.

It all came to a head when he was kidnapped, twice, became a criminal, again, and got away from almost being tortured, yet again...He was definitely not liking that pattern, but that was the least of his problems, right now he had finished tracking and capturing the Woodsman Killer and was now standing in the middle of the forest, dad bleeding out on the floor, bloody knife in his hand. It was Dani screaming his name that finally broke him. His brain taking over and telling his body to shut down and everything went black. He woke up a week later on a hospital, well, more like a fancy asylum for rich people, no doubt strong armed by his mother to allow him to be admitted. He went to run his eyes but found his arms and legs strapped to the bed. He groaned and let his head fall back onto the bed.

The moving around must have triggered something because a couple of nurses came in and started to look him over and running normal tests for someone who had just woke up.

"Can you tell me your name?" Asked one of the nurses. He tried to talked but his throat was dry and he let out a cough. A straw appeared next to his lips a second later and he took a couple small sips, automatically feeling better.

"Malcolm Bright" he said, rolling his eyes, even though he knew it was procedure, it was still annoying. The nurses looked happy though and he felt the restraints come off finally as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable, finally taking in his surroundings.

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"About a week...You were brought here and we couldn't wake you...The doctors figured you had a break and your body was protecting you...The doctor will be in shortly to answer any more questions" said one of the nurses before they walked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and hopefully be able to actually sort through everything and get back to his 'normal' self.

"It just needs Gil's signature," Azalia spoke, sighing as she closed the file on the recently concluded case. Despite Gil being her father, she maintained a professional demeanor at work. Standing up, she walked over to Dani, concern etched on her face.

"Has anyone heard anything on Malcolm? I've been calling, but they won't answer me," she mumbled, glancing at her phone, perhaps unaware of her persistence.

JT, picking up the phone, broke the tension. "He's awake," he announced, hanging up as Azalia's attention snapped toward him. "If you hold on... or not," he added with a sigh, observing the girl leave the precinct. "She hated him like five months ago," he mumbled to Gil, grabbing his jacket and following the rest of the team.

Arriving at the hospital, Azalia wasted no time, signing the check-in sheet at the front desk. Swiftly locating Malcolm's room, she knocked twice, her relief evident as she entered. "You're awake," she said softly, placing her jacket on the chair. A light laughter escaped her lips as she watched the nurses tend to Malcolm. "I thought JT was messing with me."

Anxiously, she inquired, "Is he good? He's okay, right?" Glancing at the paper in her hands, Azalia sought reassurance about Malcolm's condition.

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Malcolm wasn't alone for long or seemed because the next thing he knew he saw the team plus Azalea walk in. He was happy to see his team, really, and was surprised to see Azalia there seeing as she wasn't exactly happy with him then last time they talked. The nurse assured her that he was alright just as the doctor came in and kind of frowned at the amount of people in the room.

"If you would all please step to the side and give some space, I promise you can visit ona couple minutes. Gil and Dani nodded and stepped to the side to the other side of the room. Things had just calmed down and the doctor made it to Malcolm's side and was about to ask some questions but then high heels could be jwdrd echoing through the halls at a fast pace. Malcolm didn't even need to look up to see who it was. Jessica bursts into the room and went right to Malcolm, ignoring the doctor and drew him into a tight hug.

"Malcolm Bright don't you ever scare me like that again!" She said. Malcolm let out a slight groan at how tight his mom was holding him but he couldn't bring himself to care. He raised his arms and hugged her back.

"I'll try?" He said, pushing her away. "I'm sure if you don't let the doctor do his thing he's gonna throw you out" he said, motioning to the doctor who looked anything but amused.

"I'd like to see him try, I bought 90 percent of this building" she said, but she listened and pulled away, going to stand with the rest of the people.

The doctor took a breath and finally stepped up to Malcolm and doing more rest, checking on the random bruises and cuts he got while holding up with the Woodsman Killer. He noted something in his chart before nodding.

"And the verdict doc?" Asked Malcolm with his fake smile.

"Well, your doing better than I would have thought of someone who suffered a minor mental break. CT scans are normal, your bruised up pretty bad, but other than that your fine...I do suggest getting more sleep though and more therapy, you got lucky Bright...Most people don't come back from something like that fully" said the doctor and Malcom laughed.

"I've had heard of practice' he joked.

"Malcolm!" Warned Jessica and he just smiled crookedly and shrugged.

"Now, take it easy, no stressful situations for a while' he said before leaving.

"No stressful situations? I'm sure Bright would combust" said Dani, it she was smiling fondly.

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Alright guys! I'm gonna be traveling a good portion of the morning and I'm gonna need to be entertained. So, we're gonna do a scavenger hunt!!! Here's what you do.

1. Send me a word, picture, phrase, or anything else you can think of and I have to relate it back to Ryan and Shane/Watcher/Buzzfeed Unsolved and Supernatural through either pictures, videos, interviews, or something around me.

2. Give me a prompt and I have 10 minutes to write it.

3. Make me recreate an iconic picture with what I have around me. Unfortunately I won’t be able to do GIFS. :(

4. Send me a picture and a have to caption it.

5. Anything you guys can think of.

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✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🧡

😍 Thank you!!! 😍

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Tagged by: @lizajane2

Favorite color(s): Red, Green, Black, and purple

Currently Reading: It was The Sandman but finished that and it's now fanfiction.

Last Song: Your Gonna Go For Kid by The Offspring

Last series: The Sandman

Last Film: Thor Love and Thunder.

Currently working on: Self indulgent Tom Sturridge fanfic that will prolly never see the light of day. Haha.

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DUDES!!!!!! YES!!!!!! FUCK.ME.UP.DAISUKE!!! Seriously though, Gauze is prolly my fave albums.

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So, watching/listening to Die's playlist and holy shit yes! Also, he said we should be drinking for this...Does this mean I can drink at 6am and no one with judge me? Haha.

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GUYS!!

So, I’ve been listening to Diru all day, started with Gauze and kept going. Well,I’m half way through my flight and The Final comes on and holy shit I had the most amazing flashback feeling to the concert and I’m sure that song is ruined for me now, it will never be as good as it was live! Haha. I also managed to, finally, figure out who plays what guitar part in Keigaku No Yoku.

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THE FINAL!!!

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Dir En Grey scavanger hunt

Alright guys! I'm gonna be traveling a good portion of the morning and I'm gonna need to be entertained. So, we're gonna do a scavenger hunt!!! Here's what you do.

1. Send me a word, picture, phrase, or anything else you can think of and I have to relate it back to Dir En Grey through either pictures, videos, interviews, or something around me.

2. Give me a prompt and I have 10 minutes to write it.

3. 3. Make me recreate an iconic picture with what I have around me. Unfortunately I won’t be able to do GIFS. :(

4. 4. Send me a picture and a have to caption it.

5. Anything you guys can think of.

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114 days and I get to see that glorious hair in action with my own eyes!!!!!