McAllen_MD

The jerk who, frankly, is responsible for your health. Don't want to meet me? Don't get hurt, ill, and get out of here before I get assigned to your case.

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[[update: since i'll be joining tanner in another rp group (but he never posts much but logs and quotes anyway) I'll be using this blog for both groups. I'll tag the posts with either 'Foster's' or 'Emery's' as to indicate to which rp group the posts belong/are addressed to.]]

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Want some advice? Don't die, don't get hurt, don't get beat up today. Why? I'm taking a risk for all of you nutjobs and going out. 

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AIM logs: Mean Doctors and Foolhardy Patients || Helena & McAllen

Tanner McAllen: 

Tanner knocked. The paramedic bag that was slung over his shoulder heavy with supplies. It was a good thing the Cavell girl had managed to safe so much from his destroyed office, or he would have been short on the essentials with all the trouble that was going down lately. The kidnapping, the boxes, the fights. And now this. A cold or a flu. He hoped it stayed with just the Colt kid, but he wasn't entirely sure anymore when it was Ben who opened the door. Great. Contact. Well, it wasn't to be avoided with roommates, but Ben was no roommate of the girl, so it earned him a frown from the doctor. Tanner disregarded it though, instead pushing through and focusing on Helena. "Sit up." He grumped, placing the bag on the end of the bed. Behind him he heard the door close and no more footsteps; Ben had left, probably with a soft smile and a brief wave. If the buzzing of a phone told him anything he would say the kid had left Helena a message, but that was non of his business.

Helena Colt:

 Helena frowned as she saw Ben leave, not happy to be left alone with a Doctor at all. She didn't mind all those mental doctors, she had gotten used to them pretty quickly and liked most of them really, the mind was an interesting place after all. But the normal ones she couldn't stand at all. They always poked and prodded and asked too many questions she just didn't feel like answering at all. They never left you any privacy either and one time she had really attacked one. It had been the first time she met one, so they weren't too mad at her for doing so,but it was still one of her stranger memories. " Hey Doctor McAllen. " She wrote and held up, sitting up in her bed, pulling the blanket more tightly around her. 

Tanner McAllen:

He looked up from the bag, then nodded briefly. "No talking, I can live with that." Tanner grabbed for a thermometer and removed the tip and placing a clean cover on it, then he shifted enough so he could place the sensor at her ear. He didn't just yet though, not entirely sure how she would react. "Need to check if you have a fever." He briefly explained the purpose, then touched her ear, placing the sensor in for the required few seconds until the device beeped. The doctor pulled it back, peering at the small display. "40.8 ºC, not unusual" he commented, picking the cap off and tossing it in the bin. "How's your chest? Trouble breathing? Pain?"

Helena Colt: 

She shrugged her shoulders and stilled as she put that strange thing against her ear. Better then old thermometers at least, she thought, sighing lightly. " I can't speak well. " She wrote first, listening to him and watching him. It was interesting seeing a Doctor work actually and she liked to distract herself from things by watching how other humans moved. After being deprived of human contact for so long, humans were fascinating creatures to her.  " Unusual ? .." She hesitated before continuing to write quickly. " I forgot to tell you. I am not supposed to be ill. The doctors at my last homes made sure I didn't get ill, because I have never been ill before in my life. And yes. Breathing hurts now and then. " 

Tanner McAllen: 

He cocked an eyebrow at her, then developed a light frown. "Means you lack the resistance. Shit. " He muttered the curse under his breath. It meant he had to purge the infection as quickly as possible, but first he needed to figure out just what it was. He reached for the stethoscope, going about the usual routine, this time though the shirt rather than underneath it, telling her which breaths to take and how deep or shallow. "Pain with the deeper ones?" Because yes and no questions were easier to answer. "Sharp pain? the centre  of your breast bone?"

Helena Colt:

 She nodded slowly, almost making a sarcastic comment about how smart he was figuring it out, before stopping. The man was probably more smart then most people in It was just more of an automatic reaction and Helena wasn't in the best mood, having hidden away with the cold for a few days already and suddenly Aaron was in such a strange mood again too. It was a not so nice combination. " It all kind of hurts. But breathing deeply does hurt the most. And it's more the right side mostly. " 

Tanner McAllen:

 "You are ill, not you've been falling ill." He analysed the words briefly, placing the stethoscope aside and sitting on the edge of the bed, motioning for her to sit forwards a bit. "How long for?" Tanner placed his hand high on her chest, where the collarbones met and, two knuckles against the sternum and slowly tapped down, watching her reactions. The manual followed a few more routines before he sat back.

Helena Colt: 

She smiled sheepishly at him, tilting her head and thinking. " Three or four days probably..  I have not really been keeping track. " She wrote out, shrugging one shoulder before grimacing lightly at his actions. Now that was really uncomfortable. 

Tanner McAllen:

Tanner pulled the bag over and rummaged through the pockets, pulling out a bottle of antibiotics. With no resistance to the illness it could very well develop quickly into pneumonia if it hadn't already. The chest pain and the coughing was pointing to it already and frankly he'd rather be safe than sorry, especially with the time that had already elapsed. "Next time, Colt, you come to me the moment you start feeling unwell, not a week in. " He handed her the bottle, that is, held it out, still clenched securely in his hand. "You were one of the few handing in your medical dossier, I didn't look five minutes ago, so you'll have to tell me. Allergies?"

Helena Colt:

She rolled her eyes lightly, but nodded her head, reaching her hand out,before hesitating and tilting her head. " I think  I don't have any allergies agaisnt medication... " She trailed off, thinking about it again, before finally shaking her head. She was pretty sure that everything they had given her until now didn't have any unwanted side effects. She didn't like his tone though. It was not her fault that all physicians were such rude people and therefor not the ones she liked to go to. And it was even less her fault that she had a weak immune system. 

Tanner McAllen:

 Tanner let go of the bottle, standing up and repacking the bag. "For those as well. The moment you start noticing anything not connected with the symptoms you are showing right now you approach me. Got it? We aren't in the hospital, I do not have all the equipment that might save you there. " He met her eyes, showing that he really was serious, that the words weren't empty. "Sleep, take vitamin pills, and stay under the blankets. If you have trouble breathing try warm air, a warm wet towel over your nose and mouth."

Helena Colt:

 She pulled the bottle close and nodded, smiling a bit, reaching for the water bottle already. " Of course Doctor McAllen. I am not like, infecting others, am I ? So I could ask Ben to come over ? " She asked tentatively, gnawing on her lip nervously. Having a crush on him or not, Ben was her closest friend with how Aaron was acting, and she really didn't want to lie around there alone all the time. 

Tanner McAllen:

 "Contamination days are over after a week." And even so he doubted that the guy would catch something. His record was clean from simple colds and flu's. It might have had to do with the constant visits to the hospital. Tanner slung the band over his shoulder, hips tilted to support the weight and a hand on the strap. "Don't get up close with him and I don't see why you couldn't."

Helena Colt:

 She blushed lightly and had the strange urge to stick her tongue out at him, before simply nodding and grabbing her phone, burying herself under the blankets. " You're allowed to leave now. "She wrote on her notepad, before putting that to the side too and curling up happily. Helena really wasn't in the mood to deal with the man any longer then she needed to. 

Tanner McAllen: 

" 'allowed'.." Tanner huffed a laugh, the word soft in the air, half disbelieving. Well, he had to admit she had guts and he could appreciate that. Better some resilient patient than one who easily snapped like a twig. He nodded. "Get better soon." He greeted as he exited the dorm.

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Chatlogs: 'think I am ill' || Helena & McAllen

Helena Colt: Mr. McAllen.

Tanner McAllen: yes?

Helena Colt: Doctor, I apologiize

Tanner McAllen: For?

Helena Colt: Not calliing you by your tiitle. It was rude. 

Tanner McAllen: Don't care much for my title. Now what is it?

Helena Colt: I think I am ill. 

Tanner McAllen: That's about enough to pique my interest, how about the details?

Helena Colt: It's my own fault. I should have come to you earlier. I forgot. And actually didn't want to.I think I have a fever. Coughing too. 

Tanner McAllen: There's only so much I can do over a chat. Drop by, or has it robbed you of your strength already?

Helena Colt: I didn't get up in a day or two. 

Tanner McAllen: Your room?

Helena Colt: Yes, of course. 

Tanner McAllen: Which room number, girl?

Helena Colt: A4

Helena Colt: I would prefer not being called girl 

Helena Colt: I am not ten 

Tanner McAllen: I'll stick to Colt. A4 it is. 

Helena Colt: Do so if you wish. 

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AIM logs: "Piss Off!" || Aaron & McAllen

Aaron Williams: 

The rain was letting up, finally; it’s soft patter on the windowsill growing fainter and fainter. Aaron was stretched out on the bed, lazily flicking through the few pages of his book. He’d settled into a routine of sorts since he’d gotten the news of his deceased friend—his only friend. Wake up, read, drink water, sleep, wake up, drink water, shower, read. That's what depression was like, wasn't it? Slowly watch yourself deteriorate as if  instead you, yourself, were the body that was six feet under the ground.

The mirrors had unsettled him at first, unnerving in the way they almost confrontationally seemed to offer up his emaciated reflection; the past few days had not been kind. Before, he’d been glad when he didn’t recognize himself - but now it made him anxious. The skeletal stranger staring back at him, mimicking his movement, calling him a visitor in his own body. A ghost. The reading was a perfect form of distraction, filling his mind with bad horror novels and poetry, conveniently driving out all the questions he didn’t want to think about. 

His mind was zoning out, when there was a knock on the door. Sighing, he rolled off the bed;  Slowly Aaron turned the handle and pulled open the door, heavy eyes turning to look at the figure behind. “Yeah?” his voice came out as a quiet murmur. 

Tanner McAllen: 

He had been wondering about the boy himself, not having heard a word after the whole merry christmas chat. But he hadn't bothered to make a move until more of the doctors started to observe the absence of the boy. It didn't surprise him that it took so long for the doctors to even notice it, what with the lack of contact. But when health was being compromised it did started to bother him and Tanner started to see it as being personal. That's when he decided to drop by. A check up. That was the official word. Frankly, he wasn't so sure it would stay with that. 

"Fucking hell, Williams, you look like a bloody zombie." Tanner stated as soon as the door had opened, immediately blocking the door with a hand so it wouldn't be slammed in his face. Though he doubted the kid had the strength to resist his own force if that was to happen. He glanced about the room, then, because the looks really didn't look good, he grabbed a hold of Aaron's upper arm and dragged him out of the room, steering him towards the kitchens, aware that the lack of nutrition could very well have the boy collapse any minute.

Aaron Williams: 

Aaron was dozing off - losing himself  - when the voice of the doctor woke him as well as the tug on his arm. “Piss off,” He sighed as he stumbled down the hallway; he grimaced as the sudden movement brought surges of pain throughout his body, ringing his arms and legs. He wanted to bolt out of his grasp, lock himself in his dorm and never come out again, like he had managed to do for the past few days; only leaving the dorm when a shower was in place. But knowing Tanner, he'd probably have better luck taming a bull, than stopping him whatever he was going to do.

“Fuck's sake,” he mumbled without looking, dropping heavily into a seat and burying his head in his arms once they'd reached the kitchen. He pressed his forehead against the cool of the table. His whole body was trembling, and he fucking hated it, hated that any person, stranger or not was going to see him like this. “I already ate,”  he commented dryly.

Tanner McAllen: 

"yeah? What? Dry air?" Tanner sneered, a smug look on his face for at least getting him out here. "No one has such a rapid decline in body weight if they bothered to eat the smallest bite. Got one chance to pick something or I will do it for you. Don't think about running," He opened up cabinets and closed others, ending up with a pack of cornflakes, crackers, bread and oatmeal. The glass he had put on the counter was filled with juice and thudded on the table as Tanner put it down in front of him. "You won't get far." he finished the line, sadistic edge to his expression. Then he sat down himself, crossing his arms, staring him down. "Take your pick. But you'll eat something before I'll let you go." 

Aaron Williams: 

“I'm full,” he said, looking regretfully down at the dwindling pile of food before him. Aaron inhaled deeply before looking up, eyes immediately falling to the glass set in front of him, filled to the top with juice. “I'm not eating,” he replied, pushing the the food away. He turned his head enough to look at the door, then back to Tanner to meet his gaze. “Maybe some other time we'll play house, but for now, I'd really like to go back to my room instead.” 

Tanner McAllen: 

"And never come out. Yeah, I know how that one goes. Stay put." Tanner ordered, at the ready to veer out of his chair and stop the kid. "Give me one good reason why you'd skip on the food." He challenged, taking away the bread for now, tossing it on the counter. "Keep drawing it out and I'll force it down your throat." Or he would get an IV drip, while he wasn't sure Aaron could bring up the patience to deal with that. "before you become a real skeleton. There's no middle ground at this point, kid." 

Aaron Williams: 

Now, Tanner was prying, knocking on doors that didn’t need to be opened. “I didn't feel like it,” Aaron shrugged, his eyes falling down on the table. He ran a tired hand over his face, trying to rub the exhaustion from his mind. Reluctantly, he reached for the cracker, inspecting it before dropping it back down. It wouldn't make him feel better at all, sure, he eats a few things today, but then – he'll be back to  bones in the next week. “Don't waste your time.”

Tanner McAllen: 

Well, at least he was touching the food. that was something. "Humour me. One bite. And you won't have to state your reason. Instead I'll dump one of those helpful docs on your ass. How does that sound?" he stole a chip of the cornflakes and stuck it in his mouth. Dry those things were absolutely disgusting, but it was part of psychology that seeing people eat would make them eat too. With the stubbornness in the other he wasn't so sure though. 

Aaron Williams:

"Don't see how that benefits me," he commented dryly, pushing the food further away, "So do it. Go call the 'helpful' doctors," he challenged, slumping back on the chair as he crossed his arms defensively over his chest. He raised an eyebrow as he watched Tanner take a bite of the chip, probably an attempt at making him eat, which, at this rate, wasn't going to work. "It's not gonna work, mate."

Tanner McAllen:

"Don't think so. You don't eat, you are stuck with me." Tanner mimicked the slump, sitting back himself and just watching, "Draw this out for a day more and I'll prescribe you the same meds those anorexic kids get. And trust me, they are worse then any of this." Mentally he went though all the reasons why someone wouldn't eat and tried to fit them into the spot, but half of the reasons seemed retarded when connected to Aaron. It was like poking at a defect bit of his motor, the piece looking non the different but the wires attached seemed not to be in the best state. "What do you think it's gonna help? To starve yourself. I thought you were a bit less pathetic than the others."

Aaron Williams:

"Well, better start prescribing it," he shrugged, giving off somewhat of a nonchalant vibe, "and make sure to assign someone to shove it down my throat," he mused as he rubbed his palm against his collarbone. Annoyance was starting to build up, he avoided people for this very reason; to avoid the questions, the concern, the help. It only irritated him further, and he still couldn't figure out why. He had half a mind to simply stand up and go back to his room, but he knew if he opted for that option - the current situation would turn for the worst. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm just as, if not more, pathetic than all of them combined."

Tanner McAllen:

Tanner huffed a laugh. As if he was gonna grab so quickly to medicine. He wasn't ill, not suffering from pain. And that pretty much equaled the notion of not needing medicine. For now. "Don't feel sorry for yourself, Williams." He got up then, shifting through the cupboards again, half an eye on the door. "It's not about that brother of yours, is it?"

Aaron Williams:

"Piss off," he grumbled, watching the doctor move towards the cupboards. Was he gonna shove more food his way? He disregarded the thought, his attention piqued at the next question. For a fleeting moment he tensed, his jaw immediately clenching at the mention of his brother. "He doesn't mean shit to me."

Tanner McAllen:

"Clearly." A light shake of his head, half amused. He pulled a box out, reading the label. What was this stuff anyway? It looked worse than the chip of cornflakes had tasted and he pushed it back in it's place. No, this wasn't to bother Aaron with, this was to figure out if there was anything edible in general. For the next night he decided to work overtime. "Anyone who does mean something to you?" He had had an answer the previous time they talked, but if he was honest, the name had already slipped his mind. Not that he was ever good with names. Or so it seemed with his habit of calling people with nicknames or their last name.

Aaron Williams:

Aaron shrugged and once again settled back into the seat, making his relief play a bit more obviously across his tired features knowing that Tanner was merely checking the food. However, his anger spiked once more, long, skinny fingers curling into fists as he glared at the doctor. The words were a slap, instantly reminding him of Christopher and the feeling of being left behind, bitterness welling up. “No.”

Tanner McAllen: 

"Well, that's a change." Tanner turned around, hands on the counter as he watched the other, curiously, one eyebrow ticked up. "Last time we talked you were reminding me I should get over my issues and confront Miles, comparing him with that best friend of yours." The underlying tones didn't scare him, though he got his guard up, just in case the kid lashed out. It would serve him right, tanner being well aware he was jabbing a stick at something that was obviously a touchy subject.

Aaron Williams:

“And you should,” he breathed, nothing but venom in his tone, eyes roaming over Tanner's features. For all of thirty seconds he stayed like that, simply glaring into the other man’s face until finally he stood up. “Don't wait until they die,” He spat, turning away from Tanner to face the door once more. His skin was crawling now, this meeting had him on edge. 

Tanner McAllen:

Tanner's rubbed his forehead lightly, as long as the boy didn't move out of the kitchen it was fine, he was free to stretch his legs. "So that's the issue... " His voice had lost the challenge, sounding like he was thinking, turning the notion over in his head and trying to slot it all together. Not that it was hard. Aaron was clearly mourning, whether he realized it or not. He probably didn't. He looked up again, hand falling back to cross them over his chest. "Was that so hard? You haven't told anyone else, have you?"

Aaron Williams:

“Why should I?” His voice was steady, light, but his stomach was numbing with anxiety; the icy sensation crawling up his chest. Placing his hands in his pockets, he hid his shaking fingers - it would be rude to call attention to how wrong his body was reacting. Sharing that bit, however, did make him feel a little better but he was stubborn. Lighten up? Let go? I’ll do both when I'm six feet under, doc.

Tanner McAllen: 

He fingered the package in his pocket, finally pulling it out and shoving the lighter in the empty space. "Aaron." He called, waiting till the other even turned a fraction and then tossed the package at him, nodding at the door. "Move." He followed though. The meeting wasn't over. Far from it. At least he now had a direction to head in. Maybe it would help him relax a bit. He placed the one he had pulled out earlier between his own lips, just silently following until they were outside. "I don't care if you tell or don't tell anyone. Some things are easier to get off your chest though."

Aaron Williams:

Aaron shrugged and nodded, glad for the smoke. The tension in him needed some form of release, and while he would always be wary of things handed by strangers, he wouldn’t need to be quite so on edge at the moment. Reaching forward, he dug another cigarette out of the carton, letting out a sigh. “I don't wanna think about it.”

Tanner McAllen: 

Tanner grabbed for the lighter. "Pity you are then. With every change you bring in your routine." He muttered, looking up at the air. The clouds still heavy with either merciless rain or snow. He vaguely hoped it was the first. His motorcycle would appreciate it much more. "Let me guess, you blame yourself?"

Aaron Williams:

“Who else is to blame? ...It was my fault since the beginning. He... he actually had a chance at life,” His voice grew sadder as he spoke, his own words weighing heavily with him. “If I can’t make things better, if I can’t make a difference, then what’s the point?” He pleaded, he was resigned to the way he was thinking but part of him wanted a reason, just one, to change his train of thought. 

Tanner McAllen:

Tanner stayed silent for a moment, exhaling the smoke slowly and drawing a new breath. This time too the smoke left his lips slowly and he sad down on the step, watching the ash fall from his cigarette as he tapped it off. "The first time a patient dies at your hands, that's when you blame yourself the worst. It's harder, because it wasn't just you counting on their recovery, but the whole family and their friends. You disappointed them all." He lifted his hand, eyes on the cig now. "You were supposed to fix it. You're a doctor. The first few months you think you are god, that you can save every patient that comes to you for help. That first death, it's a wake up call. You are no god. Not every life is to be spared." Tanner licked his lips, turning his face to glance at Aaron. " There will be a lot of people you can save, doctor or not. But there are just as many that will fade before your eyes, no matter how much you fight. And in some cases it's better. What kind of life did he have?"

Aaron Williams:

Aaron shook his head, dropping to his knees and clutching his arms around his chest, the cigarette long forgotten. He laughed, the action devoid of humour, of emotion, of everything. He laughed again, until his blood felt like it was boiling under his skin. He wasn't angry at Tanner, he was just angry at everything. “I couldn't save my pop, couldn't save my mum and now Chris is gone too,” he shook his head almost furiously. “Y'know what Neil said to me? … Everything I touch gets poisoned,” he muttered bitterly. 

Tanner McAllen:

This was why he hated those talks, tanner just wasn't the touchy-feely type, they were always bound to end with a moment in which they collapsed and were on the edge of sobbing. And Tanner was not going to reach out and pat his shoulder, let alone hug. Maybe Amber could get away with it. But there was no way in hell that was happening now. Instead he racked his brain for the talk they had about that Chris. What was told again? He turned the palm of his head against his temple, as if it would help remember the particular conversation. they had been talking about best friends. Miles. Chris. The fight. The visual reminder aided in the process of recalling his memory.

He pressed the cigarette against the stones, watching it die before he looked over again. " He's better off this way. Kid was a vegetable. That's no life." Tanner rubbed unconsciously at his shoulder at the mentioning of the brother and frowned. "Thought you were done listening to him."

Aaron Williams:

 “He was recovering,” he murmured without looking, burying his head in his arms. This whole conversation was mentally draining him, his eyes starting to get heavy with exhaustion. “And I don't, though it's a little hard when there's some truth to it,” he glanced over at Tanner, shrugging a shoulder as he looked back to the ground. “Got stabbed twice, stick around longer and you're gonna kick the bucket, too,”  It was as though that realisation weighed so heavily on him it was physical, as for the first time that day his arms complied, slipping against his sides. 

Tanner McAllen: 

"Maybe a better day, but when they are stuck in such a state for a year you can be pretty sure they'll never recover. There are no miracle cases." He could reach out, pat a shoulder, risk a hit. Tanner opted against it, staying put and watching. Let him crumble before he would try and patch it up again. That was the way of doctors, wasn't it? First it needed to be broken before it could be mended. And it was a release. A way to let go. "I'll risk it. Won't get rid of me so easily." Familiar words that he had said to Aaron before, but that he proved true time and again.

Aaron Williams:

 He gave Tanner a careless shrug before extinguishing the cigarette on the inside of his wrist, “Right,” he started, lifting himself up from the pitiful stance he had been displaying. What was done was done. He scoffed under his breath, pull yourself together, Aaron. “Yeah – Great words, mate.” His face was completely straight, head tilting to the side, turning slightly so he could look at Tanner. “Now if you'll excuse me, I'm getting the fuck out before I puke.”

Tanner McAllen: 

"For that you actually need something in that stomach of yours." He frowned at the cigarette that was now abandoned, but didn't comment on it. He had enough to comment on after all. "Don't be an idiot. If you aren't back to eating tomorrow I will come true on my word and force it down your throat. Understood?"

Aaron Williams: 

Aaron gnawed on his lips to keep from outright smirking, pushing the door open and stepping inside. “You're gonna force what down my throat?” His eyes narrowed as he slowly turned to face him. His body leaned forward naturally, “Yes, sir – kindly shove it down my throat, then." 

Tanner McAllen:

Despite everything -and he was glad he wasn't facing the boy in this moment, not having bothered because it wouldn't make a difference - Tanner could meet that with a slight smirk. At least that attitude was familiar. He could do something with that. The doctor got up, pushing a kink out of his back and rounded on Aaron, arching an eyebrow as he was met with the equally familiar stance. "Hate to shatter your dream, kid." He patted his cheek with the mocking light touch. "But I've got work to do. Maybe tomorrow."

Aaron Williams: 

Snorting quietly at Tanner's last comment, “Today, tomorrow – you'r still gonna shove it, aren't you?” he chuckled slightly, sighing heavily afterwards. It had been a long morning, Aaron extremely tired, his body aching from the spent energy. “Right then, beauty sleep.” he muttered, moving away from the man and back to his dorm. "See ya, mate."

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And for once the Lucca kid speaks sensible.

Stop this game, before I send both your assess to the docs.

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((sorry for the log spam, I just wanted it done. k? Thanks!))

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Chatlogs: Reputation || jaX & McAllen

23:28:38 Tanner McAllen: What?

23:28:45 јαχ: i think i should uh

23:28:47 јαχ: get a check up

23:28:49 јαχ: or somethin

23:29:41 Tanner McAllen: Oh?

23:29:52 јαχ: yeah

23:29:54 јαχ: i'm dying

23:30:03 јαχ: don't think doctor addams wants that on his record

23:30:41 Tanner McAllen: You'll regret that if it was because of previous reasons. Which room?

23:30:57 јαχ: what previous reasons

23:31:58 Tanner McAllen: Checking another score on your 'fucked'-list? failed as it was.

23:32:04 јαχ: ...

23:32:08 јαχ: wow okay asshole

23:32:10 јαχ: forget it

23:32:20 јαχ: i'll just wait until my heart gives out

23:32:25 јαχ: again

23:32:32 Tanner McAllen: I asked. which room?

23:32:42 јαχ: find out yourself

23:32:48 Tanner McAllen: As for the asshole, that's my reputation, brat.

23:33:22 Tanner McAllen: because of coruse that would get me there so much sooner.

23:33:43 јαχ: 'ts been ten years

23:33:47 јαχ: what's another few hours

23:34:49 Tanner McAllen: Will be such a pleasant visit. 

23:35:06 Tanner McAllen: *signs off*

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Chatlogs: 'it's just a fleshwound' || Ceilo & McAllen

23:28:13 Tanner McAllen: Hey kid, the Cavell kid mentioned that you suffered acid damage as well.

23:28:26 Tanner McAllen: you didn't think about hiding that from a doctor, did you?

23:28:36 { Heavenly Defender }: Heh... I-- I uhm, only a little.. It's not serious. I'm okay.

23:29:26 Tanner McAllen: From what i've heard you haven't threated it at all. Don't make me come over for a check-up.

23:29:48 { Heavenly Defender }: Really sir, it's okay. It only hurts a little.

23:31:13 Tanner McAllen: it's acid. You that fond of scars?

23:31:22 { Heavenly Defender }: I suppose not..

23:34:11 Tanner McAllen: I'll expect you dropping by within the hour then.

23:34:35 { Heavenly Defender }: Y-Yes sir...

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Bailey's warning

00:41:31 Bailey Cavell: McAllen, I'm not the only Acid burn patient

00:42:02 Bailey Cavell: Ceilo or whatever Angel dude's name is got burns all on his thighs and stuff.

00:42:17 Bailey Cavell: Probably worse than I did on my hand.

00:42:23 Bailey Cavell: Just sayin. 

00:42:44 Bailey Cavell: Figured it wouldn't do if it just like, kept festering and led to worse stuff

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Chatlogs: Dinner Deals || Tanya Boyden & Tanner McAllen

14:33:40 dr.t.boyden: Tanner McAllen, medical doc right? I'm Tanya, the new psych.

14:35:26 Tanner McAllen: That would be me, yes. I was wondering when they'd take on a new one with the shitload of new kids running rampant here. 

14:35:38 Tanner McAllen: welcome to hell, I guess.

14:36:22 dr.t.boyden: Hell eh? That bad around here?

14:40:05 Tanner McAllen: Just saying; read the files, and stay clear from the unstable ones or you may find yourself stabbed.

14:40:15 Tanner McAllen: I learned my lesson the hard way

14:41:40 dr.t.boyden: Good thing you're the medical doc then. Not that I'm saying getting stabbed is a good thing

14:42:59 dr.t.boyden: And yeah, the files. They're on my desk in my room to read just as soon as I can. Still getting settled in. Any pointy tips on who the stabby ones are?

14:46:57 Tanner McAllen: Latest case is shipped back to the hospital. familiar case is currently in isolation. Not sure what his name was. Something with a J. 

14:47:28 Tanner McAllen: Last case is only an issue when triggered… I think… that's up for you docs to figure out.

14:50:40 dr.t.boyden: Noted. On another note, you're not one of those ones with the stick up their ass about formality and wanting to be called Dr. Last Name all the time, are you?

14:51:40 Tanner McAllen: Just Tanner will do fine. It's just another job, the titles are retarded

14:52:32 dr.t.boyden: That they are. Tanya's fine by me too. And while they may be retarded, they are damn expensive. 

14:53:35 Tanner McAllen: The pay may be large, but so is the risk. 

14:54:04 dr.t.boyden: Still worth it. Risk and all. 

14:55:36 Tanner McAllen: Sounds like we might get along if that's your opinion. 

14:56:53 dr.t.boyden: Glad to hear it. Have you always wanted to be a med doc?

14:58:32 Tanner McAllen: Since Miles got himself almost killed jumping off a cliff. yourself?

15:00:12 dr.t.boyden: Who's Miles? And since about sixth grade I've wanted to do this. 

15:01:31 Tanner McAllen: The bane of my existence. Think we were about 12.

15:03:43 dr.t.boyden: Is he your brother?

15:04:50 Tanner McAllen: No.

15:05:04 dr.t.boyden: Friend?

15:05:15 Tanner McAllen: turned enemy. You can say. 

15:06:47 dr.t.boyden: Well, hopefully it wasn't the whole jumping thing that plummeted him into turning enemy

15:07:31 Tanner McAllen: That was years later. No. It's .. complicated. 

15:07:37 Tanner McAllen: Got a story yourself?

15:10:58 dr.t.boyden: Nothing much exciting. Graduated high school early, went straight to college and worked non stop on getting to the point that I'm at now. Still not done studying and such, still working towards Phd and other degrees, just not as intensely focused on them as I was with my studies before. 

15:11:11 dr.t.boyden: Just wanted to be a psych as soon as possible.

15:12:22 Tanner McAllen: So what's with the fascination to prod and poke at the mind?

15:12:46 dr.t.boyden: Cause they are all different.

15:12:52 dr.t.boyden: And challenges

15:12:58 dr.t.boyden: Gotta love a challenge.

15:13:09 dr.t.boyden: And there's never a dull moment when it comes to crazies.

15:15:42 Tanner McAllen: That's granted. yes. 

15:16:44 dr.t.boyden: Better than a job where you do the same thing day in and day out. If I had one of those, I'd probably shoot myself or something

15:18:07 Tanner McAllen: I hear you. And this place is even better than the hospital.

15:19:03 Tanner McAllen: Though you often lack the equipment. or I do. You shrinks just need your ink spot cards and a couch or chair.

15:21:24 dr.t.boyden: Roschach. And sadly, I did not pack those. I'll have to get a new ones or something.

15:27:12 Tanner McAllen: That's where half the money of that large paycheck goes.

15:28:02 dr.t.boyden: Ha, good to know. What do you guys do for fun around here? Unless you classify the stabbing as fun. 

15:28:41 Tanner McAllen: You expect it to be fun? 

15:28:52 Tanner McAllen: I guess not all patients are as bad.

15:29:06 Tanner McAllen: Rather interesting conversations.

15:30:21 Tanner McAllen: And perhaps, swinging by Katovski for a coffee. 

15:32:11 dr.t.boyden: Coffee you say? Is hers special? I'm utter trash before the first cup in the morning….possibly up till the third cup. And what kind of conversations do you find interesting?

15:34:40 Tanner McAllen: All for black, but when your coffeemachine is crushed under the remains of the building you learn to settle for the next best thing. Katovski always has a hot pot at the ready, does something fancy with it too. It's not bad.

15:35:29 Tanner McAllen: Them sticking around even though I'm a complete and utter jerk. That's when it gets interesting. 

15:36:33 dr.t.boyden: You don't seem like too much of a jerk…Then again, apparently you're seen as stab worthy so I guess we'll have to just wait and see how this goes

15:43:36 Tanner McAllen: Trust me, caught me on a better day. Had you approached me yesterday your opinion would have been very different. 

15:45:33 dr.t.boyden: Wouldn't be a good doc if I always went with first impressions, now would I? That'd be like speed dating to marry that night.

15:48:22 Tanner McAllen: Ah, but you know how people are.

15:49:59 dr.t.boyden: Not all the people, and that's why I took the job I did, cause I want to know and understand them all

15:51:53 Tanner McAllen: The general mass, first impression is everything to them. Here people aren't as averse to giving second chances. It's refreshing.

15:53:54 dr.t.boyden: Yeah, wouldn't want someone giving stabbing you a second chance.

15:54:09 dr.t.boyden: Sorry, I'll stop with the stab jokes.

15:54:48 Tanner McAllen: It's the risk factor of the job.

15:56:15 Tanner McAllen: it's a pain, but I wouldn't be here if I couldn't handle that. you think you're up for it?

15:58:10 dr.t.boyden: Yeah. Ask me again after I've been stabbed or attached by my patient

15:59:32 Tanner McAllen: We should make a bet on that. Makes for a challenge. 

16:00:07 dr.t.boyden: Gotta love a challenge, more so a bet. What shall we wager?

16:00:16 dr.t.boyden: Here, lets make it simpler

16:00:23 dr.t.boyden: What do you want to win?

16:05:15 Tanner McAllen: Been a while since I had some good food. You'll buy me lunch or dinner. if I win.

16:07:27 dr.t.boyden: Deal. If I win, you buy me dinner/lunch

16:08:04 Tanner McAllen: Italian.

16:11:41 dr.t.boyden: Steak if I win. Gotta love red meat done right.

16:12:04 Tanner McAllen: At least it's not fast food.Deal.

16:12:37 dr.t.boyden: Fast food? If you're spending money on food, best make it delicious and worth it.

16:13:40 Tanner McAllen: My point exactly. 

16:16:14 dr.t.boyden: Glad we see eye to eye on this matter. Kinda a deal breaker if not.

16:18:36 Tanner McAllen: most definitely. Any other points that would match up?

16:19:34 dr.t.boyden: Beer or wine?

16:20:13 dr.t.boyden: Ah, not much of a good one, I'm known to like both on occasion. 

15:22:33 Tanner McAllen: Depends on the occasion. Yes. Wine for the meals, otherwise beer.

15:24:22 dr.t.boyden: Good to hear. Staff are allowed to drink here when off duty, right?

15:27:03 Tanner McAllen: You really think it a smart idea to bring booze in this place? If they are already striking deals for cigs..

15:29:01 dr.t.boyden: Seriously? What is this? Prison? Who makes deals for cigs?

15:31:43 Tanner McAllen: The desperate. That's who.

15:32:32 Tanner McAllen: can't exactly drop by the nearest gas station or supermarket.

15:32:52 dr.t.boyden: Right, the snow. Was hell trying to get in.

15:36:01 dr.t.boyden: So I guess that's a no go on the nightcaps. Oh well, I'll get over it. What do you do to relax around here?

15:37:04 Tanner McAllen: was the weather any better I'd have been working on my motor.

15:38:13 Tanner McAllen: Otherwise. reading. If not finishing up on work.

15:38:49 dr.t.boyden: Motor as in motorcycle?

20:46:26 Tanner McAllen: Precisely.

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Chatlogs: 'strike a bet' || Klaus & McAllen

20:48:18 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: H e l l o Doctor

20:48:23 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: wanna play a g a m e?

20:49:37 Tanner McAllen: a game…I think I'm a bit done with games after the whole kidnapping business.

20:49:43 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: A w

20:49:48 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: but it's nothing like t h a t

20:50:23 Tanner McAllen: oh really? Entertain me.

20:50:31 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: I want to make a be  t

20:51:24 Tanner McAllen: And why exactly do I want to make a stupid bet with any of you?

20:51:32 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: Because

20:51:34 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: itd be  f u n

20:52:37 Tanner McAllen: I think you and I have a whole different sense of humour.

20:52:50 Tanner McAllen: spill it. what retarded bet did you come up with?

20:52:58 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: I w a g e r

20:53:04 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: that we should place a bet on

20:53:10 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: the injuries you are about to come in contact with

20:54:28 Tanner McAllen: Shit. what is it this time?

20:54:36 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: If I accurately

20:54:38 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: predict it

20:54:39 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: I want

20:54:41 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: c i g s

20:56:38 Tanner McAllen: doesn't sound like a bad deal. If you fail however you will help me out with those injuries. Play a nurse. I can't get a hold of Ashton and before she or the other docs respond… 

20:56:49 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: D e a l ( :

20:56:55 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: two packs for every injury I predict

20:57:55 Tanner McAllen: That's pushing it, kid. I'm not running out in the snow any time soon. 1 pack, for the whole thing. That's as much as I've got.

20:58:06 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: Thats h a r d l y fair

20:58:11 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: how about one pack u p f r o n t

20:58:13 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: and then later

20:58:15 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: you'll o w e me

20:59:16 Tanner McAllen: And I don't suppose you are cheating already? talk about fair when you can't have a clue about the situation.

21:00:11 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: A w come on d o c t o r

21:00:13 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: it's only a game

21:02:15 Tanner McAllen: Not if you cheat. Two packs. Max. And you will help out.

21:02:30 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: Mnnn...

21:02:32 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: no thank you doctor

21:02:37 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: i think i can do b e t t e r

21:04:10 Tanner McAllen: Suit yourself. now what about those injuries? How bad are they?

21:04:26 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: Cant say ( :

21:56:22 Tanner McAllen: Of course they would rather wager over fucking injuries than just report… Great. Guess there's no point then. Get lost. Or make yourself useful.

21:56:41 |☇ . ℓ . Ⓐ . ﭢ . ₴ . .: See you soon, d o c t o r ( :

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AIM logs: lifesaving coffee || Cyzarine & Tanner

22:53:19 Tanner McAllen: *Knocks on the door, carrying a cardboard thing with two cups in it* Katovski, you in? * brandishes the cups, checking their temperature and label*

23:01:56 Cyzarine Katovski: [Cyzarine looks up from her desk, thoroughly exhausted and irritated. Several of the residents had double-crossed the doctors and had taken all of her papers-- everything she needed to do her job.] Ah, da. Come in. [She plastered a tired smile on her lips and looked up at the guest as he entered, though lack of sleep was clear as day, as was the toll it had taken.]

23:19:35 Tanner McAllen: *It seemed like had had come at the right moment. Well, he did had some rather good timing lately. Pushing the door open he held out the beverages and smirked lightly.* How about an idea for new coffee in exchange for the life-saving coffee a few days back? Might not have shared it voluntarily, my apologies, but it spared us the lives of the Cavells. *he places the white cranberry mocha on her desk and fishes out his own black coffe from the tray*

23:34:41 Cyzarine Katovski: [She looked up with slight surprised.] So that's where my coffee went. [Cyzarine smiled and accepted the cup.] Thank you, Doctor McAllen. [She took a small sip from the scorching cup and savoured the flavour for a moment, the smiled even wider.] This is wonderful-- thank you. [Pause.] Have you fared well? And what of the Cavell siblings?

23:38:31 Tanner McAllen: I thought we've been over that? *raises an eyebrow and leans half against the desk with his tight* Just Tanner will do. The Cavells are alive and kicking. Not even the nip of frostbite. *then his face got a bit darker as he frowned, taking a sip* How's the kid? *meaning of course her daughter, and maybe Hyde's daughter as well, but he'd ask that later* 

11:34:17 Cyzarine Katovski: My apologies, Tanner. [She took another sip from the mug and released a deep sigh.] I am glad they're doing alright-- Liza is okay. She is still not talking, but... [She smiles.] She isn't dead, and that is good... I am stuggling with my relationship with Rem now, though. [Cyzarine bowed her head as tears formed in the depths of her tired eyes.]

11:51:53 Tanner McAllen: *cringes and fingers the cup in his hand a bit tighter, placing it on the desk* If that is any medical issue, you're welcome to drop by. *he leaned back a little, placing a hand on her forearm and squeezing gently. Surprisingly gentle. For his rough reputation that is.* What's up with the pirate kid?

11:54:46 Cyzarine Katovski: [Her shoulders shook with the effort of holding in the sobs that fought to break loose. However, she was a doctor and able to force back her emotions. She swiped at her eyes and buried it inside, then spoke in a hushed tone.] I said a few terrible things to him in order to save my daughter's life, and he called me a liar, but then he apologized... b-but when Issac was telling everyone about our notes regarding their mental status, he told me he hated me and that I was a bitch. [She looked down and sighed.] Rem and I are close, Tanner. I don't expect you or anyone else to understand. These patients... they might as well be my own children.

12:18:40 Tanner McAllen: Trust me, I understand. Some can get under your skin in the right ways. *Tanner nodded, thumb idly brushing against her wrist. * That whole exposure on the website… wouldn't it be an idea to expose the positives as well? Take the Lucca kid, he's a clever one. Give him the pieces to connect and you can get him to co-operate. He keeps to his word, if anything. 

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Chatlogs: Tanner's Barbershop || Boa & McAllen

21:10:24 Boa Beatrix: Excuse me.

21:10:54 Tanner McAllen: What is it?

21:11:10 Boa Beatrix: Do you possess scissors?

21:12:25 Tanner McAllen: I told the Cavells already. I don't. Last pair I had I took home yesterday. Forgot to bring them today. 

21:12:33 Boa Beatrix: .. Damnit.

21:12:45 Tanner McAllen: What did you want with them?

21:12:56 Boa Beatrix: I'd like to adjust the length of my hair.

21:13:20 Tanner McAllen: Them too. Might as well start a freaking barbershop.

21:14:00 Boa Beatrix: Sigh.

21:14:02 Boa Beatrix: Thank you anyway.

21:16:26 Tanner McAllen: Tomorrow. Maybe.

21:16:46 Boa Beatrix: Oh, it won't be needed. I've found someone.

21:17:10 Tanner McAllen: I hope that's supervision for you.

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Chatlogs: Don't move. || Rem & McAllen

00:24:22 Rem Lucca: Dr. McAllen...

00:24:43 Tanner McAllen: yes?

00:24:57 Rem Lucca: I wasn't breaking our contract. Okay?

00:25:41 Tanner McAllen: … you were one of those stabbed, weren't you? What are you waiting for? Get in my office.

00:26:19 Rem Lucca: Jadey can't get in trouble for it. I don't want his time increased. 

00:27:34 Tanner McAllen: that's for the docs to decide. I just treat the wounds. now get here before i'm forced to search you out. or are you incapable of moving?

00:31:48 Rem Lucca: Dr. Kat wrapped them a bit ago, but I tried standing and the one on my hip started bleeding through her bandages.

00:32:03 Rem Lucca: I don't think I should move...

00:36:43 Tanner McAllen: stay put then. Be there in a minute. That other kid there? Or is he kept isolated?

00:37:58 Rem Lucca: Jadey's been taken

00:40:34 Tanner McAllen: Good.

00:40:56 Tanner McAllen: Give me a second. and don't try moving. period.

00:41:18 Rem Lucca: Okay. 

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