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Fandoms include: (-Subject to change as more are added-) BDB - Naruto - Stranger Things - She-Ra - Noragami - OHSHC - Kakegurui - Fruits Basket - Ever After High - Nana - TMNT - Kingdom Hearts - Pokemon - FMA

[degheneratedsoul]

Lost Within My Fears

Closing my eyes, I willed sleep to claim me but I could find where I needed to be and if I were honest with myself sleep was becoming a nightmare of secrets, lies and truths I couldn’t face even when awake. Would I do it again? Would I let him die to prove to both of us that I was right that this city of Caldwell was burning. I couldn’t bring myself to say the words I needed to but there was evidence of the guilt in the two hours I slept before rising and tugging on the Nike shorts I had piled up ready for the nightly runs when I would head out and pound the sidewalks. Night after night I would do the same thing turning into the ghost town of skeletons of the partially built businesses or apartments to hand over the worn down shoes I’d been wearing and return barefoot to where I called home. There’s no point keeping a hold of things that wear out or are worthless in this world anymore. Not when your life was forfeit for the Scribe Virgin and the Blind King himself. Rolling out of the bed, fingers splay like stars to catch and steady my body and I rise up tall and resolved; each swallow that weighs heavy in my throat taking away the sighs and the tears I would have if I faced the ghosts of those my childhood and time before the Brotherhood. Before Butch carried my broken body in his arms and rescued me from the Lessers and entering the Fade.. if I had been worthy for such a gift when the Dhund always seemed where my soul should linger for the sins of my youth and foolishness. The truth is there in my heart and my head and I can keep it together now … now that it’s me…me against the world and I accept that now because his footstep isn’t there echoing next to mine. When I should be there with my friend, my brother - I’m alone and I’m now strong despite that pain and turmoil because I couldn’t catch him. Cold water on the power setting of the shower and I’m rising my face to the Heavens wondering if there’s any truth in the human belief that stars are the echoes of the dead and they’re watching over us when we need them most. An utterance of a prayer to the Scribe Virgin and a murmur of a vow to my Father and Mahmen and I’m washing away the remnants of sweat and sins of nightmares with the swipe and caress of the cloth and soap over toned muscle and twitching tendons working hard as I slide my hand over the dark curls around my cock and against the strong muscles of my legs. I have to be clean - I have to be pure and void of the tainting of memories, wishes and broken dreams so that I can face the lines of recruits who look at me with wonder and I refuse to give them the satisfaction of the sight of my eyes. Fingers hold the soap tightly, the other hand crushing the wash cloth till I hear the material tear - it doesn’t matter as I automatically pick up another one perfectly folded cloth and continue the ritual. “Too late.. Too late, can’t go back on the words I said. Gotta say goodbye Brother - let the past fade before it drags me down any further. Get a grip Deghenerate - show Mahmen up there that I’m the good son she told Father I was when the whip broke my skin. Don’t forget, don’t let go. It’s there inside me, the beast and the burden are one but the King wants soldiers and I love the kill. I love the pain they must suffer because it’s a thousand of our lost remembered and acknowledged as the black filth covers my hands - hiding. It’s hiding the scars. Hiding the truth… Gotta hide the truth.” Radio clicks on. I can hear it now, some nineties love music about being in chains. Girl got the right idea that you can leave when you want till you hear the memories come at you… Stepping out the shower, the white towel hung around my hips sitting low and I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror whilst hands move automatically and the small carton is cracked open and a finger holds the precious gift for my lies on it carefully. See ya later black eyes. Adiós. Sayōnara. Au fucking Revoir... Gone in the damaged monster and there’s the male of worth with his gold eyes looking right back at the true soul who’s ready for the wall to come down and the battle to begin. I’m not like those recruits lined up ready to piss their pants at Zsadist’s every word; he doesn’t scare me - why should he when he’s exactly what happens when choice is snatched away and you’re fighting for your life. He’s exactly what you become when your life is placed in the hands of the monsters in our kind who rape and beat you till you can’t take it anymore… till I… No. Till you scream for it to stop and no one listens because they believe you deserve the degradation around you and within you because you’re nothing but garbage. I close my eyes, fangs descending into flesh to silence the screams of fury that roar forth in the pit of my stomach. I can’t give in. Opening my eyes, I look at the gold and wonder if I will ever find a way back to the male I once was.. I think that and then remember, I never was that male - I was ruined the moment I fucked her, the moment I gave into a hunger I hadn’t ever experienced in my life. Perhaps now...with the help of the Brotherhood I could heal the wounds and let her go. The female with eyes like the sky and hair the color of the fields of Barley. Perhaps in time I can see myself as they do - a warrior with a badge of honor that I wear proud and true when out in the darkness saving those who aren’t strong enough to be cornered by the Lessers and their cruelty. I want to remember who I am, who I could be and kneel before the Scribe Virgin and feel her blessing upon my skin… I know that to those who see me, they’re confused by my coldness; how I can laugh and joke with the Cop when there’s no one close to see the scars he has witnessed when I lay dying because he won’t look at me with pity in his eyes. He can touch my skin when we’re knocking back a good few measures of Lagavulin and shooting pool together, a casual pat to encourage or to taunt when I’m losing Benjamins in a pile of tens or more notes. Those recruits look at me as if I am something I’m not; or maybe I am I really don’t know. I’m afraid to live, to do anything to fight through the fears of my life and my past and I’m drowning with no way of escaping. I need her now. I need to believe the Scribe Virgin has a place for her broken son as he cries like the pitiful male I had been before the transition.. A last scene of fear and misery before the façade falls into place. I’m more than this… I hear the voice, the soft voice of a male I don’t know telling me over and over that I need to let go; that falling doesn't mean that I’ll break but I will find where and what I’m looking before. Curled up on the floor, the tears fall and the blades I had lain in their velvet display are now within my hands; fingers covering Mhaul’s name as I push the blades into my palms and I wonder when I will feel pain again. When this violence will end and I am released from the cage of my own making. “When you forgive yourself childe. When you see that you have purpose still young male, you are of wealth, wisdom and blessed by the rules of our kind to be educated in what is right and wrong and you need to find where you belong. I understand Deghenerate, that it’s hard when the heart is heavy but he forgives you all your fears and recriminations and you should release him for his own purpose childe.” There is so much white.. Birds singing a melody that has my heartbeat race to keep the rhythm and I feel the soft breeze upon my skin. She is here, she has gifted me a chance and I lift bloodied hands upwards to search for her robes to show penance but there is nothing but the breeze and birds and the overwhelming sense of freedom in my heart. I am unburdened. I am free…..

[dharkbdb]

Summons - Dhark Side

To call Dhark a bored male would be wrong. He was never bored, even when he was having quiet time to himself. Restless would be a more accurate description of him, but never bored, no. The war kept him going, pushing him to stay fit and trained as any warrior should be, though he detested that aspect of it. He was specifically bred to fight and protect the race, his DNA binding him with his violent purpose. Dhark would lie if he said he hated it, though. He enjoyed the fighting, lived on the adrenaline rushing through his body with each fight and he especially enjoyed how long it could take before the adrenaline was out of his system. Too bad he couldn’t live on that alone. He needed blood from a female from time to time, and despite his lineage as a descendant from the brother Night, he still needed to sink his fangs into a female. And he hated every part of that. He was unmated, so the chosen were what he used, but the whole tradition of it all sickened him. He was bred specifically to a purpose and so were they and they were all duty-bound about it too. The specimen before him was a perfect example. Came to a calling he hadn’t made but #Fritz had insisted. Damn doggen was like a mother hen, creating all sorts of fuss and displaying a pained expression when his services were refused. Dhark always wanted to yell at the old man, tell him to go fuck a duck, but he also knew better than to disrespect the doggen. The other brothers would skin his dick, if he did. No, it was better to go along with things, and truth be told, he did need the blood to stay on his feet. Hell knew what Z had looked like when he refused to feed from females. And the chosen provided wasn’t bad looking at all, as per usual. A fair-skinned beauty that was so jumpy, it was as if she could drop dead from fright if Dhark scolded her too harshly. She had been bred to serve the brotherhood with blood and her body and perhaps in time even with young, if she was ever impregnated of course. Her sons would join the brotherhood and her daughters would grow into chosen in due time. Sickening that tradition of specific breeding, it thoroughly disgusted Dhark to his very core. But he would lie if he said the chosen hadn’t helped him get rid of some of his restlessness. The very restlessness that arrived whenever he was out of battle and off rotation for the night. Hollywood had said he needed a hobby, and perhaps he had found one with this little nervous chosen. For a one night stand with a virgin, it hadn’t been all bad. She knew the theories, knew where the parts were, but it had been obvious she knew little of how her own parts worked, given how she had tended to his.

As much as hre in the moment before her arrival had just wanted to take her vein and make short work of it, it had all changed when he had seen her bashful reaction this his naked body. Something had clicked with him. He had felt ity unworthy of her to sit on unchanged sheets and look at him unwashed. As much as he despised the breeding program and the many traditions surrounding them, it was no excuse to put her through a bad experience with him. Hence the shower and open invitation for her to join him. Which she did. Following the breadcrumbs to the shower where he had taken her, several times with no mercy. He had fucked the stamina right out of her and placed her in the clean bed to let her rest. There had been no time to feed, but he wanted her awake for that, since he was already planning on fucking her at least twice more before she left.

[marymadonluce]

Mary Luce Introduction

Mary Luce was the type of woman that didn’t focus on the negatives in her life. Rather, to others she seemed that way, merely because she never complained about it. She didn’t make a fuss about being single and going past her 30’iest birthday, nor did she complain of the various aches and troubles she had or even attempt to gain the sympathy of others with the sob-story that was her life. Rather she did her best to forget how her life had been troublesome the past 6 or 7 years by looking for escapes. Up until 3 months ago, her escape had been her volunteer work, but due to her medical history, she was now on mandatory sick-leave until the doctors gave her a green light to head back into work. Now, all Mary could do was stare into her TV with season after season of TV-shows filled with more romance and misery than Mary’s own life contained. It had proved about as effective as having an argument with a wall though as per usual, Mary didn’t complain out loud. The poison of the week was a show containing supernatural things. Witches, warlocks, werewolves and vampires, all mingling and displaying romantic encounters and passion followed by tragedy, death and promises of misery of a scale that made Mary’s own life seem like the happy ending of a fairy tale. With an annoyed groan, Mary turned off her TV and got up from the couch. The silenced drilled into her head, but she would rather that, than listen to more dialogue about how mistaken a character had been in falling in love with a supernatural creature and yet how their love was too deep to just walk away from. Mary rolled her eyes, finding the entire thing ridiculous and opened her fridge with a lazy movement. She looked over the sea of left-overs in their Tupperware containers, contemplating having another plate of random stuff from whatever was left. She didn’t have enough ingredients to cook anything fresh and given the clock showed it was close to 2 AM she should not be heading out to get anything new from whatever store was open at this hour. Mary shut her fridge and instead went to her cupboard, pulling out a bag of dry pasta and dropping it on the counter. Cooking was a salvation for her. It kept her hands busy and she enjoyed making food, even more she enjoyed watching others eat what she had cooked. By god, she was missing a sense of purpose in her life. Mary set over a pot with water on her electric stove, listening to every beep it made, when she pushed the touch-button to maximize the heat. The red circle on the surface indicated where the heat was out and she placed the lid on the pot to help the water boil faster. Mary crossed her arms as she waited, going over her plans for the future as she always did. While on sick-leave, which would last another 9 months or so, she would be alive at night as much as possible. Less lighting to bother her and by shopping in the evenings, she avoided most families and couples on afternoon dates, reminding her she had no children nor, husband, boyfriend, flirt or booty call to speak of. At around age 40 if she had no companion by that time, she would get a few cats and live out her life praying her cancer would not return while growing more secluded and cook meals at night, including making home-made cat food. As Mary finished the thought, she dropped a bit of salt into the water and added the pasta as well, turning the heat down on the stove to a simmer, rather than a boil. With a sigh Mary started fishing out a plate from another cupboard as well as a fork from her silverware drawer. Cheap stuff as the fork was bent just enough for other to notice it and the edge of the plate had a chip in it. Plain and imperfect, like their owner, Mary thought and set it all on the small table in her kitchen. With a sigh, she went back to her fridge and took out the ketchup, setting down the bottle on the table before she fished a sieve up from one of the bottom drawers and placing it over her sink. Secluded cat-lady with a knack for cooking and a heart of gold no one wanted. Yup, that was her future. Along with TV-shows allowing her to escape the mundanity of her own life in so many ways. Mary drained the water from the pasta and piled it onto her plate, leaving enough room for the paste of tomato. Setting the half-empty pot aside, Mary plopped down onto a chair by the table and squeezed out the red stuff onto her food, mixing it all up to even the coverage a little. She looked out the window, up at the full moon as she sighed heavily. Falling in love would be nice, but she couldn’t start hoping for that at all. But perhaps she could hope for someone to let their eyes linger on her for more than just a second. Seeing beyond the chip in her surface, and perhaps even taking her away from the event-less boring life she was leading. If only someone would rescue her from her own loneliness. But as per usual, Mary Luce did not complain about her life. At least not out loud.  

[bellarempoon]

Saving Grace

Co-written with @ScarredDagger

Zsadist: [It has been weeks since Bella was kidnapped from her house. Six weeks of this torture, wondering why this happened. The last words I said to her weren’t my best. But then again when was I really at my best? Never. My brother was the good one. I am the damaged one. The one no one wanted their female around. Not that I could blame them. I’ve only gotten worse these past weeks. I care more about this female than I want to admit. And I don’t see any real possibilities of her still being alive, yet I keep holding on to hope.] Fuck! [I look down at the necklace for the millionth time this night. She was beauty personified and now that beauty is gone. I finally understand what why the rats with tails say hope is a dangerous thing. It can make a male, a fighter, into a pitiful shell hoping to catch a simple phrase to prove that he wasn’t stupid for refusing to let it go. Looking up at the sky, on the very porch the struggle began the night she was taken.] Bella I am going to bring you home one way or another. @Bella_Rempoon

Bella: *The darkness was cold and unforgiving as I made my way around the underground hole I was kept in. #David had just left after watching me shower. I shuddered and tried hard not to throw up again. I have never felt so violated in my life. Perhaps my brother was right. I should have stayed at the family home. Perhaps I wouldn't have been kidnapped, but if I hadn’t … I wouldn’t have had my cottage, I would have have lived next to Mary, I wouldn’t have met John Matthew, I would have had a chance to visit the Brotherhood Manse, I wouldn’t have met Zsadist … I thought about him a lot these last few weeks. The feelings that manifested since the day I walked into his bedroom have become a whirlwind of daydreams and self doubt. He made it clear he did not want me and yet …*

Zsadist: [I listen to my words echo in the silence around the house. I knew that her family didn’t want me here. But I was powerless to stay away. I needed to be near something, anything, of hers. Thoughts of our last meeting consumed me whenever I was in my room at the manse. I remembered the harsh words and the sickening feeling of the vomit coming up my throat. Looking to the sky, I take note that dawn was coming. I turned back and glanced back at her house once more before I willed myself to dematerialize and ghosted myself towards the manse. The moment I was on the property, I materialize and headed straight to V. I needed to check in to see if there has been any news of her. Even though hope was a dangerous and useless thing, I couldn’t and wouldn’t give up on finding her.]

Bella: *I felt a tug of the pulley system that #David has created to pull me from the tube to come up above ground. I squinted as I tried to adjust to the lights he provided to light up the shed I was held in. As I opened my eyes, I could smell the blood in the air … I turned to the right and saw on a stainless-steel table, a civilian male was brought into the shed, groggy and seemingly disoriented.*

Hello, wife. Look, I brought you blood. *When I looked into the eyes of the civilian, he was terrified. I looked away as I could feel the bloodlust stirring and my fangs descend. It had been too long. I tug my head away as #David tried to force me to drink. I resisted.*

Good girl, if you have done willingly I would have had to beat you. But you have to be thirsty … you have to feed in order to live, right?

*My mouth was dry and I could feel my saliva glands working but I couldn’t do it.* I’m so sorry. *I told the male. Instantly, I felt the lesser’s hand slap me across the face. I could feel blood from my lip as he tugged on my hair, arching my back.*

You don’t speak to him. You only worry about me. *There is was the arousal, he was ready to fight me. He mentioned his former lover, that she wasn’t strong enough and would pass out when they fought.* Tell me you love me. I love you.

“Holy fuck! I’m going to tell.” *I heard from behind me. #David let me go and ran after the other lesser outside. I quickly got up and released the clips from the civilian’s wrists and ankles. WHen he got up he tried to release me.*

There’s no time and only he has the keys. Focus and go home, tell my family. Now GO! *I watched as he took a moment and finally was able to dematerialized. I knew he would punish me severely for letting the male go. It was going to bad … really bad.*

Zsadist: [Walking into the room where V has all the techy shit at and see him click clicking away one of the monitors. Clearing my throat] “Anything?”

[V looks towards me and shakes his head.] “Nothing yet my man. [Just as he says this a button on the phone lights and a shrill sound filled the confined space then V’s voice answering it. I continued to stand in the doorway, waiting for him to get off the phone, only to see him turn towards me with a stunned look on his tattooed face. Immediately, I knew it was something about Bella. My Bella. I watch as he writes down something, what I had no fucking clue. After what seemed like years, he hangs up the phone and being to speak but all I could hear is her name Bella.]

“Z, she is alive. A civilian was captured and brought to a remote location and put into a tube in the ground. He was brought there to feed her. Something happened and he was able to escape and Bella told him to call us. He is going to show us where she is.”

“She’s alive?” [Rushing toward to main part of the manse mentally preparing what I needed. Guns and a shit ton of ammo. I nee…]

“Z, we can't go right now. The dawn is breaking and unless you want to be extra crispy and unable to save her, you aren’t, ya feel me?”

[Staring him in his eyes, I know he is right but, dammit, the thought that she had to spend another minute with those fuckers. My shoulders slump over as I continue to my room and begin to count down the hours til dusk.] “I’m coming to get you, Bella.”

Bella: *I felt groggy and dizzy as I came aware of my surroundings. I doubled over in pain as I felt an intense agony from my stomach but for some reason I couldn’t open my eyes. My face was throbbing on my face. I could feel the swelling of my eye, cheek and jaw … I could only imagine what my face looks like. I remember the rage of #David’s face when he realized the male was gone. First thing he did was hit me across the face with a right hook so hard, I was knocked unconscious and now just woke up from the pain. I felt the shallowness of my breath as I tried to breath through it but my chest felt heavy and when I pressed down I could feel the bruise as it radiated through my body. He must have kicked me while I was out.

I laid back down on the pipe to lessen the pressure of sitting up and breath as best I could through the discomfort. It felt like my brain was pulsating against my the head, the shooting pain like a migraine was irritating. I tried to open my eyes, but there was no use … I was going to die here, dearest Scribe. The last few thoughts was of my mahmen and Rehv and then the scarred face before I blacked out in sweet oblivion.*

Zsadist: [The moment the sound of the shutters rising I was out the damn door. I didn’t care who or what was following me. I was getting Bella out now. The sound of footsteps behind my back lets me know my brothers are with me.] “Will the male be there?”  [I’ve probably asked V this fifty times but I had to do something. Ever since the call came in and V told me about it, I couldn't sit still. How could I? She has been kept alive and was probably tortured every damn day. How could this happen. V began to explain where we were meeting the civilian and they all dematerialized and willed themselves to the location. Once I fully materialized, I see the civilian, the last person to see her. I wanted to grill him but V took over and learned he had marked a path during his escape. Though I look down on those sissy ass civilians I had to give him credit he was bright and he ensured that I would get her. Following the path to the edge of some woods, we spot a building and watch seeing who or what was coming and going. Once we determined that the coast was as clear as it was going to get, we move in. We quickly make our way to the shelter. After searching the building finding what had to be the place the male had said he saw her. Finding nothing, I wanted nothing more than to scream and burn the place down, when I remember that there was something about pipes. I let my eyes scan over the ground. My eyes catch some irregularities along the woods closest to the buildings. Running to it, I see four tubes in the ground. Searching the first two and coming up with nothing, I begin to lose hope. Reaching the third one, I notice there is someone done there.] “I found someone!” [Looking at the lifting mechanism and begin to pull whoever it was up. The closer the body gets to the surface, I realise that it was Bella. In the distance I hear a voice call out that they found someone else but that person was nothing to me. Bella was all I could focus on. Pulling her up and into my arms. I carry her to the a car sitting on the property and lay her down softly, I was getting her out of here. And I was doing it now.]

Bella: *I became conscious as I felt a vibration beneath me. Is #David moving me is where else? Where now?! I had hoped that perhaps letting the male escape would somehow, however doubtful, bring me saviors to my relentless torment. It had to have been weeks since he kidnapped me. I remembered the other male captive who was in the tube next to mine saying he had attended my funeral. It was hopeless … no one was ever going to save me. I started to cry. I heard a deep male voice call out. It startled me into trying to find my bearings and realized I was laying on something I even … the vibration … it was from a car.*

Who's there? Who are you?

Zsadist:

[Trying to get Bella the hell out of here as fast as I can, It was miracle that this POS didn’t break down. We had passed the roadcheck with only the annoyance of having to mind wipe the officer. Now we were almost to the manse when Bella’s voice broke through the silence in the car. Her question made me angry that she even had to ask that.]

Bella it’s okay. You are okay. It’s Zsadist. You are safe.

Bella: *Zsadist. He had come for me … I started to cry with relief than I slid into blackness.*

[awkwardlybravemoose]

#Sloth

“Dr. Hart? Do you have a minute to check over someone's chart for me? I’ve tried everything I can think of and…” [Dr. Magnus paused leaning against the door jam keeping his eyes on the chart before him, after a few minutes he finished his second and moved to the opposite side of my desk] “...I’m at the end of a double shift and maybe I’m missing something. Care to take a look? See if you can find something I couldn’t?” [Curiosity filled me completely at his words, Dwight was one of our brightest and most eager so if he was struggling something had to be off. Arching a brow I took the file and smiled softly, pushing the rest of my work to the side] Sure. You, however, get your ass home. I’ll re run the test you have and maybe a few others but I’ll let you know what I find once I’m finished. Till then, get home. Say hi to that beautiful wife of yours for me. “Aye Aye, Boss” [He chuckled and turned on his heels towards the door, stopping just outside and looking back] “Happy Easter, Dr. Hart” You too, Dr. Magnus. [I had been stuck behind this desk for hours now, mundane paperworks and applications seemed to never end around here as of late. Over run with new patients and drowning in triage thanks to what seemed to be a growing increase of personal attacks. I even put in a request to find funding for a new building, we needed the space. We needed a lot of things. New staff and money. I shook my head all those thoughts could be dealt with later, right now I was going to take full advantage of this distraction.

Reading through the charts all I could think that maybe this was just some end of shift prank, that maybe they were teasing me with the possibility of the conquering some great new disease. I snorted out a breath while arching a brow, Dr. Magnus had ran every single test he could without special machinery and still came up blank. I rounded the corner towards the patient's room, the nurse behind the counter gave a small laugh before she uttered something about luck. I shook it off as I pulled the curtain open, before me lay what looked like a perfectly healthy male. A little lethargic but overall healthy. If he was faking, just here for a nap or maybe to test some patience he was in for a real shocker.] So Mr. Edwards, what brought you in tonight? I see you’ve seen Dr. Magnus already, is there anything you didn’t tell him you’d like to share with me? [I rested his chart on the small table behind his head and listened as he spoke, part of me wishing he did it a little faster. But it caused some concern, why was he speaking so slow and dragging out each syllable? He mentioned nothing that lead me to believe he was drunk or even on some sort of drug, I moved his gown and rested the stethoscope over his heart.] Take a few deep breaths for me, Mr. Edwards [I didn’t mean to cut him off but I did it, he was at this point droning on like someone had put him in slowmo. I was quite frankly already ready to give him his walking papers.]

[I ordered more blood work only this time opting to take it myself then physically walk it to the lab myself, one less hand to pass through. I hated that I doubted my staff for even a moment but at this point I wanted to treat what ailed Mr. Edwards to get him out quicker. I took a seat to his left after examining all the veins in his arms, only one seemed good enough. I got myself set up and smiled as my head lifted, the elastic tight around his forearm.] I need you to make a fist, Mr. Edwards. [My brow arched while I watched with even more growing curiosity, he seemed to take his sweet time doing anything and once his fist was made I had to swallow back the annoyed groan that begged to be freed. Gently urging him of as I placed the needle over his vein] A little tighter please. [It took some time but he obliged and within seconds I broke skin, finding his vein almost instantly and reaching for the first of 5 vials to pop in. Lord help me. His blood was fine but slow, better described as molasses. Each vial took longer than I anticipated and I asked the nurse to increase his fluids before requesting something sweet to help regulate his sugars. Undoing the elastic and withdrawing the needle so I could press a cotton swab over the mark, it was then that I rose and gestured for another nurse to take my place so I could affix the labels.] Thank you, Daphne. [I shifted my focus to the patient again slowly tipping the vials back and forth] Now, Mr. Donovan, I'll also need a urine sample also. Daphne here will get you all set right up. If you need anything the call button is right beside your left hand.

[I got a little distracted by an emergency call while I was gone so I thought for sure Daphne would already have the sample ready for pick up, to my surprise as I rounded the corner it looked like Mr. Donovan had /just/ gotten up maybe two seconds earlier. I groaned quickly to myself as I walked back in with an eyebrow already raised, trying not to sound as frustrated as I was.] Please tell me this is like his second trip, Daphne? [Her head shook as she looked at me, her voice almost mimicking mine] “Nope he got out of bed almost ten minutes ago, Dr. Hart. I hate to say it but he is slower than molasses and trying to rush him just makes him move even slower” [Her voice lowered just a hair as she leaned in] “It’s extremely annoying, Doc.” [I laughed low, shaking my head then I rested his chart on the bed and motioned for Daphne to grab one of his arms as I did the other, maybe we could make him move ourselves.] Alright Mr. Donovan, since you’re having difficulty doing this yourself Daphne and myself would are going to give you some assistance. So all I’m asking is that you help some. Alright? [I waited for as long as patience would tolerate before I gave Daphne the nod and we both began to help guide him towards the bathroom, easier said than done however. It was like the harder we pulled the more his feet dragged but we made it either way and even helped him out of his clothes and onto the toilet just to expedite things.]

[Just as I closed the door I had the results thrust at me, a little attitude on the other end made me already know there was nothing wrong.] “If you’re going to have us redo our work, at least make it more interesting. The results are the same, Dr. Hart. There is nothing abnormal with his blood.” Thank you, Bill. I just needed a double check, I wasn’t doubting your work at all. [All I got was a curt smile and a huff before he was gone back down the hallway towards the lab. I chuckled once he was out of sight, those boys needed some time outside the sanctity of their lab, desperately. Five minutes passed, then another and soon I began knocking at the bathroom door while flagging down Daphne. By the sounds of it we would be hoisting him back towards the bed again. I knocked one more time before I opened the door and peered inside, I’d love to say he was doing jumping jacks and was no longer the lazy man I brought in but it wasn’t so. There was the sample cup dangling between his legs in his hand, his eyes transfixed on something imaginary across from him. My eyes rolled over, at least I could be thankful for one thing, the sample was taken so neither Daphne or myself would have to be catcher for the next round. Now we were just left with taking him back to bed. I gloved up and fished the over flowing sample from his hands and spun on the lid before resting it on the sink, the gloves still on I gave Mr. Donovan a quick wipe and then with the help of right hand woman we hoisting him up enough to tag team the pants. This was testing my patience. Christ was it ever. The long trip back to the bed I gave Mr. Donovan the riot act as politely as I could] There is nothing in your blood work or in my opinion after your physical exam that would lead me to think there is something wrong. I am however going to recommend you to Psych, I’m not sure why you feel the need to move at a snail's pace but clearly it is a choice. They’ll be able to answer more than I can at this point. I wish you the best of luck, Mr. Donovan. [Seconds after I finished he was on the bed again, Daphne went about tucking him in and collecting his clothes to tuck under his bed before the transfer happened. I walked away to the nearest phone to call psych and let them know what was up with this patient, they asked for the lab results to be sent up with him. There asked a few more questions that I happily answered but I told them the truth, in my professional opinion there was nothing wrong with this man. He was just choosing to live a life that moved at a snail's pace.]