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Joy Perry

Joy giggled, "There's no need for apologies, Mr. Smith." She glanced at him and then at his son. They didn't look much too much alike, and she supposed Aden preferred it that way. As she listened to them argue, she wondered why Aden hated his father so much. Out on the balcony, she waited for Gregory to address her.

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Doctor Ⱥʅɘӽɐɴȡɘɹ at your service.

I'm just Șʞɨɴɴɏ‼

Let's focus on your problems, not mine...X X X X

Why was I chosen to face ℋɇɫɫ?

"Mr. Locke!"Mrs. May's voice came over the intercom. "Mr. Aden Smith would like to see you." Ms. May was always peppy and happy, a little too peppy and happy.

Alex grunted at her unusually happy call. "If I must." He grunted putting the whiskey bottle back on the shelf from whence it came. He trudged through the hall to an elevator that would take him up to Aden's room. He hadn't many drinks, and his high tolerance was helping him right now.

When he reached the proper floor he walked up to Aden's room and opened the door. "You wanted to see me?" Aden turned around shooting him a glare before handing him a book. He took another puff of his cigarette before waving the boy out of his room.

Alex stood outside the room and opened the cover of the book, it's covers black and blank. Nothing was written in the book but on the inside cover was taped a note. His pupils shrunk as he read the text "He wants me to do what!" only a faint whisper escaped his lips though panic was written all over his young face.

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Gregory turned to Joy when the door was shut behind him. "My son has trouble getting along with others." He whispered his eyes scanning the area below the hospital. "It has to do with his disorder...but that's beside the point." He handed a slip of paper to Miss. Perry, the number 4646 written on it. "That's your ID number." he said without a second thought. "My son will be taking over the hospital soon, under his requirements ever doctor is to have their number tattooed somewhere on them" He sighed, he wasn't a fan of his son's ideas. "Any where you want but under the eye."

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Joy Perry

"Oh," she frowned slightly. It seemed so sad that his son had a disease that made him act like this. Perhaps he was one of the patients? She thought it rude to ask. She accepted the paper from Mr. Smith. A number? Her ID number...Why...?

Her eyes grew wide as she heard Mr. Smith utter the word "tattoo." She absolutely abhorred needles. "T-Tattoo...?" Joy stuttered. What kind of hospital required doctors to have tattooed ID numbers? She held back tears; no need to show weakness in front of her employer. "OK," she muttered weakly. "Where do I get this tattoo?"

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"Go speak with Mrs. May, the receptionist." He said. "She's an experienced tattoo artist." He added scanning the hidden road, the only road to the hospital. " She's a lot like you, I think you two will get along..." Gregory began to feel pain in his lower back and pulled out a pill bottle taking three before slipping it away. "You can go now Miss. Perry."

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Joy Perry

"Yes. Thank you, sir," she said in a quiet voice. She passed Aden on her way out, smoking on his cigarette still. She sort of felt sorry for the boy. He seemed depressed and noone seemed to try to help him. Everything continued as normal since she had first walked into the hospital. As if she wasn't about to get a tattoo somewhere on her person. She thought about where she should get it. Anywhere but under her eye...On her shoulder, perhaps? Then again, a lot of women got them on their lower backs. And a fattier area wouldn't hurt quite as much. As she pondered this, the thoughts were interrupted when she noticed a man about her age standing with a book in his hands, a fearful look on his face. She approached him.

"Are you OK, sir?"

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Doctor Ⱥʅɘӽɐɴȡɘɹ at your service.

I'm just Șʞɨɴɴɏ‼

Let's focus on your problems, not mine...X X X X

Why was I chosen to face ℋɇɫɫ?

Alex looked up slamming the book shut when he herd another voice. "I'm fine..." He said rubbing the back of his neck."I'm sorry but I don't believe we've met, I'm Alexander Locke." he held out a hand and smiled, hiding the book behind his back. "I'm guessing you're new?" He nodded his head to the side brushing the hair out from over his eyes, more clearly reveling his ID number just under the left one.

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Joy Perry

Joy nodded and smiled slightly. "Oh, ok then," she didn't completely believe him, but prying would do her no good. She shook his hand, "I'm Joy Perry. It's nice to meet you, Alexander." She paused in thought for a moment, then said, "Alexander is a bit long...Do you mind if I call you Alex?" She added, "Yes, I was just on my way to get my tattoo, in fact."

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Doctor Ⱥʅɘӽɐɴȡɘɹ at your service.

I'm just Șʞɨɴɴɏ‼

Let's focus on your problems, not mine...X X X X

Why was I chosen to face ℋɇɫɫ?

Alex nodded. "Yeah, Alex is fine." He said with a smile. "I remember getting my tattoo the first time," he sighed, "Made absolutely no sense at the time, of coarse I'm one of the lucky ones who under went tattooing twice!" He laughed pointing to the red numbers plastered in ink under his eye. "Identification here is odd, don't even bother asking questions, you'll get used to it eventually." He rubbed the back of his head and began walking to the elevator. "Come on, the sooner you get that thing the better."

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Joy Perry

Joy followed Alex. The stairwell was the same as when she had come up, but it didn't seem as strange and foreboding this time. There was company this time. She observed Alex more acutely this time, though the dark and her cataract made it a little more difficult. He appeared very thin underneath all the clothes he wore and she noticed the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. Was he upset about something? Perhaps it connected with that book he had been reading.

Mrs. May greeted them as they entered the lobby. Such a nice lady she was. Maybe Mr. Smith was right about them being alike. Could they become friends? She led them into a room with several instruments scattered around. There was a single window with a single chair in the middle. Joy gulped nervously. She really hated needles.

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Doctor Ⱥʅɘӽɐɴȡɘɹ at your service.

I'm just Șʞɨɴɴɏ‼

Let's focus on your problems, not mine...X X X X

Why was I chosen to face ℋɇɫɫ?

"Don't worry, it won't hurt as bad as you think it will." Alex said comfortingly, then again after getting two it didn't seem that bad.

"Where do you want it tattooed?" Mrs. May asked picking up a needle and a stencil 4 and 6. "And in what color?" she smiled softly standing in front of the array of colors they had.

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Joy Perry

Joy sat down in the chair, fearful of what Mrs. May was about to do to her. Though Alex's presence comforted her somewhat, she couldn't help but shed a few tears. Not that she wanted to get so worked up about this. She hoped Alex was right; that it wouldn't hurt too badly. She sighed and said, "I don't know...I like brown. And pink." She pointed to a fleshy spot on her chest, which she had picked for two reasons. Number one was that it might not hurt as much due to the fat content. Also, it would be in an area that she could easily cover when she visited family. Her parents felt rather strongly about tattoos...

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Doctor Ⱥʅɘӽɐɴȡɘɹ at your service.

I'm just Șʞɨɴɴɏ‼

Let's focus on your problems, not mine...X X X X

Why was I chosen to face ℋɇɫɫ?

Mrs. May nodded and pulled the two colors before walking back over to Joy. She took tracing paper and copied down the numbers using the stencils to make the pre stamp. After laying down the out line she prepped the needle with pink ink and handed Joy a stress ball. " I'll start on the count of three okay?"She stated turning on the needle. "One, two, three."She started on the first four, she thought it would look nice if each number blended from pink to brown rather than alternating numbers in a color or some other pattern on solid numbers.

"Bout fifteen minutes and it'll be all over."Alex said calmly handing Mrs. May a rag to pick up the extra ink. Mrs. May nodded, fifteen minutes was a fair estimate, after all it was only 4 small numbers.

((Mrs. May))

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Joy Perry

Joy tried not to laugh as Mrs. May pressed the pre-ink to her skin. It tickled and she was rather sensitive to that sort of thing. She accepted the stress ball from the nurse and bit her lip. Well, this was as prepared as she would ever be...Might as well get it over with.

"...Three," Mrs. May counted down, just as she had promised and began the needlework. To be honest, Joy believed she had over-exaggerated the pain in her mind. It felt more as if she were being pinched repeatedly. She barely noticed most of the procedure and eventually preoccupied herself with the stress ball. Occasionally, she would speak to Alex about something mundane or make a joke. She didn't remember if he found them funny or not.

"All done!" Mrs. May finally announced, handing her a mirror. The numbers were plastered across her chest in a bright pink; "4646." Her identification at this hospital.

"Hmm...nice," Joy commented on Mrs. May's body art abilities. She turned to Alex and asked, "What do you think?"

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Doctor Ⱥʅɘӽɐɴȡɘɹ at your service.

I'm just Șʞɨɴɴɏ‼

Let's focus on your problems, not mine...X X X X

Why was I chosen to face ℋɇɫɫ?

"Yeah...It's nice..." Alex replied trying to keep a smile on his face. He hate what each number stood for, the truth encoded in the ink. Mrs. May knew of it as well but had long since realized there was no getting out of it, and did her job as instructed. Alex began to feel queezy again and tried his hardest to hold it back. Alas it failed miserably. He had memorized the location of every trash can in the building, even in the tattoo room, which was nice given the circumstance. He picked up the waist basket from the corner as he tried to leave the room; alas that failed as well.

"Oh my." Mrs. May gasped, one of the few aware of Alex's condition. Alex wound up sitting on the floor puking into the trash can.

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