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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 12:33 pm
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"Oh, hell yeah." Robert breathed out intensely. "You don't ******** around with that s**t in here. Lives are on the line. And if you're not keeping up with your s**t, they take you out like-" He snapped violently. "That. I've seen people come and go, no second chances, no warnings. You keep clean, and you keep out of the way, or you're put back on dish duty at the labs, cleaning beakers n s**t."
He looked at the box of latex gloves, and pursed his lips. "Doesn't feel like we're ever really well stocked on anything, but I don't remember running out either. I don't know where they come from. I think we could definitely use someone makin' sure we're always stocked." He surveyed her coat with a critical eye to see if he could just push the sleeve up, before backing up a step and nodding. "Yeah, take it off. It'll be easier that way."
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 12:55 pm
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Molly startled at how intense Robert got, but she relaxed, and his words even brought a smile to her face. Good! That wasn’t something people should be…taking lightly, so she was rest assured in that aspect. As for supplies though…
“Alright!” Molly now jotted down some stuff furiously. Urgent and big reminders to herself to find out who she’d needed to talk to, to make sure that the infirmary was always well supplied. She was glad that Robert hadn’t run into a case where he ran out of anything, yet, but to have someone on top of always making sure things were stocked, well, that was very safe. Sounded like her job!
Her…job…her’s…heeee.
”Alright…!” Molly placed her items off to the side, and then unbuttoned her coat. She let it hang around her waist, and then rolled up the sleeve of her green sweater, and presented her arm to Robert.
Now she wasn’t in the middle of being nervous, anxious, or embarrassed, she could only hope her blood pressure would read as normal.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 12:56 pm
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Robert pushed the wrap against his body, to get all of the air out of it. Then he unrolled it and wrapped it around Molly's arm, carefully attaching it until it was snug against her skin. He put his fingers on her wrist, positioned her arm correctly, and started to pump air into the device. On and on it went, tightening uncomfortably around Molly's arm, until it was hard to pump and he finally stopped. That was when he stood there quietly, his eyes focused firmly on the dials that wiggled on the device. This was always the hardest part for him - focus.
He released the air with the press of a button, and unwrapped it from Molly's arm.
"122's just a little high, are you nervous?" He asked her, bending his head in to look directly into her eyes for some indication of her well being through pupil dilation. If she wasn't nervous, then it was time to watch the salt, but if she was..
"It's nothing to be worried about." He put the wrap back on the tray, and patted her gently over the head. "Nothing's been stressing you out, has it?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 4:57 pm
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Robert opened up the giant room that was used as a closet, and he was already reaching up to start pulling down items to show her when she asked the question. In one hand he held packages of closed syringes, and in the other he held small cups for samples. But he didn't explain either of them, because her question had caught him by surprise, and he stared at her with a deer in headlights look.
"Happy..?" Had someone been talking about him? He knew full well that nobody thought he should still be in Life Division. From day one, even the doctor probably thought he'd been a mistake. There had only been one reason why Life Division had kept Robert as their most loyal Hunter - and that reason was dead and buried now.
But that did not kill his loyalty.
"I'm happy." He put his hands down and tried to keep his expression from crumpling with desolation. "I'm where I belong. Life is my home, even if they don't want me. Even if I never contribute a single thing while I'm here. This is where I'll always belong."
The words were spoken with such clarity, such emotion, that there was no room for doubt. Robert may not have fit into the mold that Life Division needed, but he refused to leave it. She would never have forgived him, if he did.
lizbot you take those feels you take em
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 11:59 am
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Robert looked like a deer in the headlights, and then Molly looked like a deer in the headlights too when it seemed like, for a lack of better words, she had unintentionally struck a nerve. She brought her fingers up to her lips worriedly. “Oh, I’m sorry, Robert, I didn’t mean to—“
She trailed off though, as he spoke up, and she listened. She was quiet for a moment after, before she quietly said, “I think you contribute a lot. Enthusiasm and passion if nothing else…that’s really important too.” She smiled, and then nodded her head a bit. “I’m glad, and happy for you.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 7:00 pm
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Robert shook his head, and his carefree grin split his face once more. "Don't stress, princess, I don't let anybody's s**t get to me. I'm rubber and their glue. And you know what, you're right. I do contribute those things. And I'm gonna contribute more, once I pass my nursing exam."
He held out all of the items one by one, and told her, in detail, what each thing in the storage closet was for. Then he told her how important certain ones were, and which ones they would be the most ******** without.
It took a while - there was a lot in the closet to go over. But when they left, he felt he'd given her a lot to work with.
"You know somethin, Molly?" He mused, his mind wandering back to their previous conversation before they'd gotten down to work. "I think you contribute all those things, too. You're really enthusiastic and passionate. You're giving this job your all. So if you're still worried, don't be - you ain't got nothin' to worry about."
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