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 Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:09 pm
There, finally -- that got the young doctor to, at last, take his clicky-pen and stow it back in his coat pocket. He didn't look overly offended, for which Elke was grateful. Dr. Baskov just stared at her, as though to say, 'I absolve myself of all further responsibility for this.'
"Have it your way, burger king." He reached overhead and behind himself to grab his clipboard, took a look at it, and shook his head. "No Simpsons and no sympathy. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me."
He didn't say anything for a few minutes, carefully reaching down to pull on each of his loafers -- almost like he was stalling for time. Waiting for her to change her mind, one last opportunity.
When she didn't say anything further, he got up, and brushed off the fronts of his slacks like he was smoothing out possible wrinkles. "Well then. I'll let you get back to your wallowing. Peace out, cub scout." Dr. Baskov crossed to the door.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 9:56 pm
He went away.
Elke didn't want sympathy, she told herself. She didn't want people to feel sorry for her. What she wanted was time to think, to figure out what she was doing wrong--you're only good if you do what you're meant to do and she was failing, failing at everything she was meant to be doing. The Princess's Crystal was gone; Elke still thought if she had been there, she could have done something. Even if it was just dying to give the Princess enough time to escape. Even if her own starseed had been stolen. It would have been something... it would have been more than she was doing.
She sighed, shakily, and picked up her magazine again; even though she was staring at the pages, she didn't really see them. When Scylla came by later that night, the ink was too smudged for her to read.
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