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.: I know... They're horrid for each other. The only way they work is because they're both insane... :.

Flint shoved his hands in his pockets and hoped to god he'd be able to survive this walk to god knew where. He took long strides, each step causing him pain as he sucked in the cool air. He matched her pace though and, at some points, passed her slightly.

They walked in silence for most of the way, him not wanting to say a word to her in fear of sounding pathetic or angry. He didn't want to damage what might still be there. She was still as beautiful as before and he was lucky that she cared at least a little bit for him.

Flint followed her in, staying close behind as she walked to the counter. The visit was short, which he had expected it to be.

"Please, sit here and remove your shirt," motioned the doctor as he walked over to the desk in the room and retrieved a small clip board.

.: I shall assume for all reasons that escape me at this moment that Dasha has accompanied him for fear of him sneaking out... cause he's just evil that way. :.

Flint slid his coat off from his body to reveal that pin stripped button up that had been hidden until then, a grey vest buttoning tightly around him. He nodded to the doctor as he nimbly unbuttoned his vest, removed it, and then started on his shirt starting with his cuff buttons. He didn't give a second thought of Dasha as he removed his shirt. His mind was numb at this point, already tired of being in the office.

The thin cloth slid off his skin with ease and he tossed it upon his coat and hat. The doctor had told him to sit but he couldn't bring himself to so he simply leaned against the table's edge and tried his best to look as though he had followed the man's instructions.

He stared off blankly as the cold metal was placed against his skin as the doctor checked his heart and lungs.

"I'm going to ask you to do some stretches for me, I need to make sure you are in complete health. If this is an aggressive sickness it may attack your ability to function properly."

Flint chuckled slightly, a smirk on his lips as he did the stretches for the doctor. His muscles tightened and relaxed as he bent and stretched his arms and torso in the simple and common motions.

A few minutes passed as the doctor scribbled on his board. With a sigh he motioned for Flint to place his shirt back on. He did so as the doctor began to speak.

"I haven't seen a case like this before. My guess is an infection in the lungs. Hand this slip to the nurse in the front and she'll get you a medication to ease your pain and some anti-bacterial. You say you've had this since a child?"

Flint nodded, a small smile still on his face. "Yes sir. For many years now. This lovely lady was worrying about me so I had no choice but to ease her mind."

The doctor nodded before showing them out of the room.

Flint grabbed his cap and placed it on his head before exiting and walking to the front office.

"These will make you a tad tired. Please, take one now but be sure to go straight home. It'll help your pain," said the nurse as she handed him a bottle.

Flint nodded, taking one out and downing it without any water. He gave a small amount of cash to the nurse and waited for her nod, confirming that his debt to them had been paid in full.

He turned, pulling his cap down slightly over his eyes as he walked towards the door and opened it. He stood there, holding it open for Dasha. With his one free hand he fetched his pocket watch and glanced at the time. Darn, he thought, he had already missed quiet a lot of work... he'd have to go and talk to his boss.

The meds were already taking a hold on him as his body felt tired and slow, his stress seeping away. Even his coughing fits had eased.

He chuckled to himself slightly as he let the door close behind him.

"I must stop at my work first but yes, then I shall be walking home."

You've got to be a man, he thought to himself, prove to her that she is worth everything you're willing to give. Prove.... prove to her that you are as every bit of a man as anyone else in this town, if not more.

He laughed at himself as he thought that. Why did she make him doubt himself like that? It was like she had a power over his heart and mind.

"Dasha,... I-" he smiled as he looked up from the ground and stared into her eyes from beneath his hat. "I wanted to thank you. Thank you for worrying about me."

His hand slid over her skin and to the back of her neck. He gripped her gently as he pulled her forward, his other hand wrapping around her waist and brought her close. His heart beat fast as time seemed to slow and yet he was as cool as he could have ever hoped. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her passionately. All the love that he had for her, it took hold of him as his grip tightened ever to slightly.

Don't reject me......

He didn't want it to stop. This heaven, it was the thing he had wanted all his life. To be there, with the girl of his dreams. He felt her relax and joy filled him to the brim. He broke the kiss, a smile on his lips. He didn't release her, nor did he pull away. He stood there, his face close to hers. He kissed her once more, this one much shorter than the last.

"I hate to leave you, Dasha.... But if I am to follow his orders," he didn't care to finish his sentence. The pure joy of holding her was enough to please him. He wanted to kiss her a third time but by now reality had caught up with him and he was suddenly becoming aware of the rash decision he had made.

Flint chuckled, his body shaking ever so gently.

"We can't have that now can we?"

He squeezed her gently before pulling away slowly and taking a half step back.

"I promise to see you again very soon. If you'll have me that is," he smiled, brushing a few stray hairs from her face. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead before pulling away.

"Until then... my princess..."

Gah! Princess? Oh you're an idiot! I swear you are, he scolded himself. How could he say that!? True, she was... so pretty and lovely in every way... but still... Oh, how he felt like a fool. But he wouldn't let it show. Not now. No,he had to be strong.

Flint took another step back, then another before he tipped his hat and started heading off in the general direction of the light house. He had never been in this area before and almost instantly made the wrong turn. He did an about face and started walking in the opposite direction, passing by Dasha once more but with more speed this time. There goes his whole "looking cool" idea.

The air felt so cool to him but... it was full of freshness that filled him with a strange energy. Maybe he was just high on adrenaline or something.

He made his way to his work in due time, the sun already starting to set for the horizon. He opened the door and called in, not really wanting to waste any time here.

"Sir?' he called out, "I'm terribly sorry. I got very sick and went to the doctor's. I was given strict orders to go home... Would you mind?"

"Just get out of here sonny boy," yelled the man back at him.

Flint smiled before shutting the door and walking along the pier to his home. It was nice,... having a home right off the beach.

The setting sun cast a orange hue over the land that stretched out before him. He popped another pill into his mouth, his body once again starting to feel heavy and tired. He wasn't far from home when a growl of a voice called out from behind him.

"We know what you did to Benny kid. We know its all your fault. You're the devil, you are."

Flint swung around to see three fairly large men, one holding broken pipe firmly in his grasp.

"Now lets talk about this,..." sad Flint worriedly, he wouldn't be able to do much in his current state.

"We'll talk all right. Our fists have plenty to say."