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@randypike-rn
“I wouldn’t rule out the possibility of ghosts,” she said simply with a shrug. “We’re surrounded by zombies, after all.”
“I don’t like ghosts…” Randy said simply as he looked at the girl. “Zombies I can do because you can fight a zombie, can’t fight something that your punches just fly through.”
“Sometimes I get this feeling…” Randy started in a concerned tone as he looked only foreword. “When I’m here, usually alone but…” He looked at the other person he was with. “Do you ever worry that this place is, you know? Haunted?”
“You’re the doctor,” she muttered and grasped the edge of the table she’d been sitting on, searching her mind for something to talk about to keep her mind off the pain radiating from the wound. “I never really thanked you for finding me in the dark, so…thank you.”
Randy began to collect the supplies it would take to clean up her wound. He looked back over to the girl as a smile graced its way across his face. “It’s nothing to thank me for, nobody should be stuck all on their own in the dark.” Randy told her, taking a wet rag and dabbing it on her wound. “Did what any good person would do.”
Easier said than done. Jason tried, but he was nervous having people behind him so close. It was muscle memory more than an actual conscious thing. He preferred to see people , see what they were doing. He just nodded at the nurse, because he was not entirely sure Randy knew that in fact, he could but that was another story. “Rest? … impossible. We’re low on people protecting this facility, I cannot put double shits on someone else. “ he spoke. “Forget the pain, I’ll handle that, can’t you like massage it or something ? Accelerate the healing ? “ he asked, wanting to avoid medication at all cost. He was not trusting himself, not with what he did to himself in the past.
Randy took a seat in front of him to look at the other man for a moment as he considered the best way to answer him. “Working is going to make you more tense, gonna hurt you a lot worse.” Randy told him seriously. “And it won’t get better if you just play it through the pain.” The man explained. “I can try massaging it…” Randy said, turning away as his face was turning a bright shade of red. “Lay down on your stomach.” He said.
Laine’s expression softened and she pursed her lips to calm herself down before muttering. “I’m sorry. I just don’t…respond well to pain.” Backing into a broken, rusted pipe could have been prevented, of course. “So, what’s my fate look like? Have I survived the end of the world only to die by tetanus infection?”
Randy looked at her wound again, this time with his hands at his sides to keep from spooking the girl again. “I’d like to do what I can to clean it a little better so it doesn’t get infected and kill you.” Randy told her. “You should be okay.”
“Guess life was a good bitch to you then. Or that kid had common sense, because others could just have go on.” Jason remarked and tensed up as soon as Randy touched him. He had forgotten what it felt like to have human contact, with time he ran from it, to avoid getting hurt. “describe pop ..as in sound or feeling…cause I’m pretty sure I felt it more than heard it ..like a crack somewhere…over my shoulder blade “ he replied and moaned while flinching away as soon as Randy touched a sore spot. “That’s one of the spots “ he muttered between greeted teeth. He could endure his fair share of pain, but that only showed how much it hurt .
Randy nodded at the other boy. “I think he was also startin’ to catch on I was growing faster. I had potential to grow big enough to beat his ass instead of the other way around.” Randy explained as he manipulated around the muscle and felt it. “That was probably it.” Randy told him, noting the man’s tension. “Ease up, Buddy, you might hurt yourself worse. Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you.” He said and noted the hurt spot. “It’s definitely injured.” He told him and turned around and noted the man’s expression. “You’re going to have to rest that, I’ll see what I can do for the pain but, limited supplies and all...”
“Guess that’s the kid friendly version “ Jason commented and nodded. He went to sit on one of the beds next to the patient and started to undress himself. Jacket, then shirt. He rolled his shoulders and while doing so, he grimaced, that hurt like hell. “And there’s also that fucking tension “ he muttered
“I didn’t know there was any other version…” Randy said as his whole life flashed before his eyes as he considered how that story must have ended out and how much more sense that probably made in the real world. “When I was growing up in Southie there was this kid who must have kicked my ass every day of my life at the bus stop and then one time he fell in this huge hole and I helped him out of it and he never bullied me again after that.” Randy told him as he looked over the other man and smirked. He wanted to be completely professional but it wasn’t every day he saw a body like that. He quickly shook his head, he was working this wasn’t the time to admire anyone’s body. “Did you hear a pop when you hurt it, or do you think the gun was too loud.” He said as he touched Jason’s back.
“ And let me guess, the story never said if the mouse then served as dinner for the lion ? “ he asked and watched him do with a little grimace. That would have hurt no matter what. Glass was a bitch when it got embedded in the skin. “I was looking for the doc. But you could help as well. I think I pulled a muscle…my shoulder and back hurt like hell …and I think it’s from the recoil of the gun I tested “
“I thought the lion owed the mouse a huge favor and the mouse called that in and became the king…” Randy said. “At least that’s how my mom told it.” The man shrugged as he finished the patient and turned fully to Jason. “I’m almost as good, almost.” He admitted to Jason. “Alright let me take a look at it.” He said as he went to go clean his hands.
Jason cocked an eyebrow and blinked several time. “ Randy … I’m afraid you’re doomed to use your hands “ he stated with the meanest smile there was. “And you should do whatever you’re supposed to do to him before I have to knock him out again “
Randy shook his head as he continued to smile. “Good plan.” He said as he grabbed a pair of tweezers to pull on the shard of glass lodged in his foot, presumably from a window that broke in the storm. “You know I recall a story of a mouse pulling a thorn from a lion’s paw.” Randy said as he began to patch the man up quickly and turned to Jason. “I’m sorry, were you in here for something?” He asked. “Didn’t mean to ignore you.”
Jason nodded. “Good. “ he looked back at the patient. Okay maybe he had been a little harsh, but it was the best medecine when sedating someone in his opinion. “what did he mean by assducktwinkrockbutt anyway ? “ Jason wondered.
Randy looked at him and shook his head with a small laugh as he recalled the patient’s words. “Oh I thought he was saying assfuckmyrockinbutt.” He said jokingly. “Totally got the wrong signal there.” He laughed.
Jason frowned when hearing a commotion. As he saw the agitated patient, he tapped him on the shoulder, and hit him skilled in the face. The person fell back on the bed, knocked out. “Problem solved. He didn’t hurt you ?“
Randy looked over with a shocked expression. He almost stopped the other man but didn’t want to mess with a guy who just knocked his patient unconscious. “No he didn’t…” Randy told the other man. “Just some hateful words is all.”
“Well maybe you could do your job without it feeling like you’re ripping my foot off!” she snapped, trying not to pull it away from him as he cleaned it off.
“It’s going to feel like I’m ripping it off for a minute, it’s burned pretty bad.” Randy told her defensively, looking up to the girl where he was trying to get a good gauge on the burn on her foot. “I’m gonna count down before I touch it again. Please do not kick me.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” Randy backed away. “Didn’t mean to bug you, you do not have to snap at me. I’m just trying to do my job here!”
Missing - Randy & Syd
She realized she really shouldn’t judge the guy for being so upset. Everyone had lost something in all this and it wasn’t really less sad if it was a dog. She thought briefly of her mom and wished she was there, she’d made it so long after the storm and Syd would give her other arm to have her back with them.
She clenched her jaw a moment; she was usually one just walk away and let people deal with their own problems but she figured it would help to make an effort around here instead of making enemies. “Don’t worry about it.” she dismissed quickly, not wanting to dwell on it. Maybe if she managed to find it for him he’d help her out later if she needed it. “Alright, let’s start at the infirmary then.” she said as she started to walk in that direction. “I’m guessing you’re a medic then?” she questioned. “Is that what you did before you got here, a doctor or somethin’?”
Randy offered her a friendly nod, feeling a little more relieved that he wasn't the only one searching for the collar now. Two heads were better than one and he should have it in no time. "I'm sorry, I'm not usually this uh…. sad." He told her awkwardly, feeling some sort of need to justify himself. "I'm just a little bit desperate right now, you know? You probably know." He said, talking to himself more so than the other girl. "Sorry." He added, not sure what he was apologizing for but he figured he should probably apologize.
As he started walking to the infirmary with her he thought to bring up her arm, but working in the nursing home he learned better than to ask people most of the time. "I was a nurse." He shrugged, somewhat embarrassed and ashamed. There were actual doctors out there who actually knew what they were doing and in medical they were working with Randy, the glorified pill pusher. "I worked at an old folks home." He shrugged. "What about you what were you before all this?" He watched the floor where he was stepping for the collar.
Laughing at the comment about Randy’s old neighbourhood, she thought back to her old house. She and Gabriel spent so long looking for the perfect house to move into together. They’d only stayed at each other’s apartments before but this was going to be their first house as an engaged couple and they wanted to make it special. It was a gorgeous suburban house - they’d spent so long saving for it and they just knew it was the house for them when they first laid their eyes on it. A front porch, a beautiful back yard and lovely neighbours, they had all the space they needed and couldn’t ask for anything else. Or at least, before the idea of a baby came into the picture, it was all they could ask for. But she tried not to think about that again - she spent too long thinking about it already. “It’s a deal,” she said, shooting Randy a smile although it was weak, the dark thoughts still looming in the back of her mind.
"At least you used your sad past for the good of other people. I still think that’s pretty brave of you." It was interesting learning about what other people had gone through before. As a police officer, she’d gotten to meet all kinds of people from different backgrounds and it was one of the main reasons why she loved her job. "My favourite song?" she asked, trying to rack her brain for songs. It was one of those ice breaker questions people would get asked at interviews or something, and one of those questions which nobody could answer when they were put on the spot. But there was one song in particular that stuck out in Evan’s mind. "Songbird by Fleetwood Mac. My dad… he used to play it for me when I was sad. One of the few ways he actually knew how to comfort me was through music and that one always seemed to work…"
Randy looked at her and his face lit up when he was called brave, it was a simple and kind compliment. It meant the world to him though and to think that anyone else thought something he did was brave made him feel brave. Randy gave her an excited expression. "Fleetwood Mac is my favorite band… ever." He told her as a smile drew its way onto his face. "That's so sweet of him, I always loved that song." He told the girl.
The Heat || Janie & Randy
Janie felt like a child being lightly scolded as Randy repeatedly told her to be careful. She probably looked like one too with that soft, baby face of hers. There were just things she couldn’t help and the petite figure that looked like she had just barely gone through puberty only added to her looking so young. She was an adult and yet people were asking where her parents were. It was damn near mortifying. As he wiped at her mouth Janie internally sighed, this was not going well.
When his words worked on comforting her she revealed her light green orbs to him, cheeks a rosy pink from both the event and Randy’s words. He was kind and sweet as well. If he had an accent like her’s he’d be just the type she’d bring home to her mama and papa. (They automatically disapproved of anyone that wasn’t Southern.),”Thanks….” She replied with a whisper, glancing over to see his large hand capped over her tiny shoulder.
Randy looked at the girl with a kind expression. He didn't mean to embarrass her when she was spilling the water, it was just a bit of an automatic reaction for him. He was gentle and caring with his patients when he could be and he'd hate to see one of them get hurt for any reason, even by choking on water. He looked at the young girl awkwardly, unsure as to what to tell her.
"So where are you from?" The nurse asked as he tried to make conversation with her because he surely wasn't gonna let her get up and walk off without resting anymore. "Me personally I came here from Lafayette, I only lived there a few years though, I'm from Boston originally." He explained.
A Light In The Dark - Randy / Alexia
“I’m fine,” Alexia said, standing up straight again. When he offered his hand, she looked at him with an expression that mixed shock, disgust, and anger all in one. It was a nice thought, but she found it angering that she gave off an impression of someone who would allow such kind of physical contact; the only physical contact she was comfortable with was sparring.
“No,” she said simply to his offer, deciding not to make a war of it. However, she did know to follow him, considering it was the only logical solution to being lost. A short silence followed his question, and she wondered how to respond. She wasn’t homeschooled, she knew nothing of history and science and math – all she knew was how to survive. That was all that mattered nowadays, anyway. “I wasn’t taught anything more than how to survive,” she said, putting her childhood in the most simple terms that she could. “School wasn’t important.”
Randy made an awkward face in response with a slight roll of his eyes, figuring he was only offering her help, if she didn't want it, fine, she didn't have to take it. He knew a lot of people were uncomfortable and her expression told him more than enough. "Alright." He added awkwardly.
The girl was blunt, didn't seem to be much of a conversationalist, which only added to Randy's anxiety. Usually at least if something was scaring him he would fill the silence with conversation and bad jokes, even if was only with himself. "Oh, well… so you learned to hunt and make a fire and stuff?" He asked. "That must come in real handy in these days, I guess it comes in handier than long division. I told my teacher I'd never use that shit in the real world, take that Mrs. McGrady."
