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she’s on her knees, patting the dog, she’d completely ove- rlooked the vest, just seeing the dog. she straightens up slightly, biting her lip. “i’m sorry, he’s really cute….”
garett glances in her general direction. the dog being cute isn’t exactly a viable excuse for petting him while he’s working but he can’t just yell at her (he could but he’s supposed to work on being nicer to people.) “it’s just not good for me or him if he gets distracted.”
“Oh, um. Sorry, Fuck. Um. Sorry.” Ariel quickly retracts his hand from the animal’s fur, burning with embarrassment. ( Literally. ) He wipes at the sweat gathering on the back of his neck. “Seriously man, I’m sorry.”
“It’s...” What, fine? Because it really isn’t, but he also doesn’t know what to say, so he just makes a noncommittal noise. “I just need him to not be distracted by people when he’s leading me around.” The dog is well trained, stays focused, but Garett prefers to make the dog’s job as easy as possible, and that entails not letting him get accustomed to having his attention pulled away from his job. “Okay, go be a dog.” At the phrase, the dog seems to become a completely separate dog and he’s bumping his nose up to Ariel’s leg to greet him. Garett on the other hand, shifts his cane into his good hand and listens to figure out what’s going on.
“I haven’t been in the liquor cabinet yet, but I’m sure they have better tasting shit.” Elijah scoffed, eyes leaving the glass to meet his brother’s. How fucking weird, he had a brother. “Nah, I’m not that bad. I came for some of –” He nods to the glass. “Where’s the cabinet again?”
Emery raises a brow and sits up a bit, gesturing to the corner of the room where the liquor cabinet is. He has to use a pick to get it open -- he didn’t manage to swipe the key. Unless Elijah has one, he’ll either have to pick it or he can just deal with not having anything to drink. Emery keeps a straight face, that aloof demeanor, but inside he’s giddy with excitement to see his older brother -- holy shit... he has a brother -- fail.
“Um excuse me. Please don’t touch my dog. I mean I get it, I might not see the words on his vest that say ‘Don’t Fucking Pet Me, I’m Doing a Goddamn Job’ but I assume you can.”
aspen grinned then felt guilty he couldn’t see it. “good!” she swore under her breath. “i’ll have to try and be quieter next time.” the nurse made a hum of acknowledgement. “upper arm hug it is.” she gently wrapped the cuff around his arm. “it’s gonna get tight, blah, blah, blah. shit you already know.” aspen pumped the cuff carefully then recorded the data. “perfect! next?” she asked, taking off the cuff.
he allows himself a small smile of his own before he shrugs “surprise me? no wait no, don’t surprise me. if you end up sticking the damn thermometer in my mouth i’ll either choke on it or bite the hell out of it. i want to do neither of those things. how about thermometer then? i’m already expecting it to happen.”
“hi garrett.” aspen replies, walking up so she can grasp his hand with her free one. “right here, love. how are you feeling?” she sets the blood pressure cuff on the table. “what are we starting with? blood pressure, temperature, respiration rate, pulse…” her voice went low and dramatic. “the choice is yours.”
“you were already standing outside a while before you came in. would i be correct to guess you already did respiration rate?” he’s getting a lot better at perceiving the world around him without his eyes. “hm, i guess i’ll go with blood pressure. it’s like a hug for my upper arm.”
“I’m being serious!” Elijah exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “Right. Doesn’t scotch taste like shit?”
He regards the glass of alcohol with a grimace. “Yep. What’s your point?” Since Elijah had shown up, all of the attention had been on the returned lost prince. It hadn’t been hard to sneak more liquor from the cabinets. Nobody paid attention to the younger brother. “Look -- what do you want? I really hope you didn’t just come here to shove this in my face.”
“It will ease my mind, thank you,” he said quietly, the thought of him being in any position of possibly ending up n the streets was great;y unnerving and he was relieved to hear he would stay, “Do you um… want something to eat?”
He smiles, but shakes his head. “No thanks. I’m not hungry.” His stomach chooses that moment to rumble and he raises a brow. “Or... maybe I am?” Damn little traitor. “Something to eat would be nice. Thank you.”
Elijah laughs softly. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that, that they let you go years without knowing.” Wow, he’s being sincere. “But hey, you could be my adviser.” Oops, never mind. “–What are you drinking, anyway?”
“Oh fuck off. God you’re such an immature little bitch.” For a prince who is so eloquent to the public, he can be quite vulgar and short in private. “Um. Scotch. I’m drinking scotch.”
“i’m here to check your vitals!” aspen sang cheerfully as she opened the door to her favorite patient’s room. ( she’s not supposed to have favorites, don’t tell her supervisor. )
garrett is no doubt the grumpiest patient there is. then again, who could blame him; his entire life has been flipped upside down. “hi aspen.” he sits up and extends his arm. “where are you?”
“Well, apparently because I’m older than you is a good enough reason for everyone else.” A careless shrug. “And, hey, cut me some slack. I’m the one who just found out I have to run a country.”
“Well excuse you, but I’m the one who just found out everything I worked for in my life was for nothing. Excuse me if I’m a little upset.” He sits up a bit and grabs his glass and takes a sip. It looks like it could be apple juice, but that’s unlikely.”
“You don’t even know how to pronounce the name of the country let alone any of our politics. Give me one reason you should be the one to run it. ”
“Is there something on my face?” The brunette asked, hurriedly gliding a hand around her face as if to remove a speck of dirt from her skin. “You’re staring again! Are you sure there’s nothing on my face?”
It takes a while before he’s jolting in his seat, sitting up and pointing at himself. “Sorry, are you talking to me. Sorry -- I’m not -- Actually I probably was. Staring that is. I can’t actually see you. I forget that I stare sometimes. Didn’t even realize you were speaking to me at first.”
“What? Oh…” Tasmin’s eyes widen as she looks at him in confusion. “I forgot, sorry. But! I told you he was cheating! Look – I mean, fuck. sorry. He literally sent this girl nudes. I caught a fucking congressman cheating on his wife! Should I call the news? He’s a terrible person anyway..”
“Yeah, so do I.” He’d gotten past the point of being upset or grieving a few months ago, but it’s still difficult adapting. “Congressmen sending nudes. That’s just... I’m glad I don’t have to see that shit. It’s risky. He might have media in his pocket. He’s pretty powerful. I’d say leak it online. Reaches a larger audience that way.”
“Is that paper? That sounds like paper. Whatever you’re trying to prove by shoving that in my face, It’ll be a lot more effective if you just read it to me.”
“Glad you see it that way.” He was. It was good to know one person who wasn’t hard on either side. Barry never was until things got so screwed up, and now he just hoped that he wasn’t doing too bad of a job keeping that good heart everyone says he has. He tried not to think about it much. “Luckily I’ve still got some people to remind me of that. They’re not as mean as they seem, although at least one person would throw something at me for telling you that.” Barry smiled. “I wont risk it. Thanks for the heads up.”
“Good. Cause you know I’d totally catch you, right?” He grins and runs his fingers along the side of his monitor, sends a signal to let it shut down for a while. “But you know, I’m glad to know you’re okay. I’m gonna be honest with you, I kinda freaked out for a bit when you dropped off my radar. Thought something happened to you.”
Before his..Change of heart, he had to fake fights - that sometimes stopped being fake - with people he did or planned to work with, he couldn’t be in two places at once after all. Nowadays he didn’t put that effort into it. “Yeah, yeah..” Wether or not he could tell Even was up in the air a bit still. Not that he didn’t trust him, but how does one explain what Barry’s done? “I might have something to do with that.”
“Figured. From my perspective, it seemed like you. Wasn’t really sure, but... regardless of who you align yourself with, you’re still good at heart. Besides, I don’t judge. You know that. I’d be a hypocrite if I did.” Erin doesn’t brag about the morally grey things he’d done, but he also doesn’t actively keep them a secret. “Do what you need to do for you to survive. And I don’t mean for your body to survive. I mean you you. I’m talking about the thing in you that makes you as an individual distinctive from everybody else. Keep that part of you alive. And also if you’re planning a heist, avoid the bank on thirteenth. Somebody paid me a pretty penny to up security. Might accidentally expose you. I mean, if you think you can beat me, feel free. But I wouldn’t take my chances.”
