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 Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 9:25 pm
Isaac's attention honed in on that bruise, the cigarette burn, the scars. He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably on the rickety little stool he perched on. And then he cleared his throat again. And again. After shifting once more, drawing his hand down his face, and clearing his throat a fourth and final time, Isaac began writing down on his little notepad again. He also began blushing. Hard. "Well I will just go and get you a medications for your pain," he rose to his feet and immediately tripped over the stool. "I will be right back."
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 9:29 pm
Christ. What was his problem now? He was just- Oh. Leslie had forgotten entirely about some of the scars. Most of them, actually. He avoided mirrors, most days, and for most of them, he hadn't exactly been sober or in his right state of mind. "Gee," Leslie barked after him, leaning back against the bed, tugging his shirt down with his good hand, " thanks." Mother <********>, that guy better remember nurse and patient confidentiality bullshit.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 9:55 pm
It didn't take long for Isaac to come stumbling back into the room-that-wasn't-a-room; the curtains shifted closed, and while it was noiseless it almost felt like he'd slammed the door behind him. "Here," Isaac held out his hand, "and here," the other clutched a paper cup filled with tepid water. He still had no earthly idea what had just happened, but he was fairly certain that something had happened. Something terrifying.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 10:01 pm
Huh. Leslie guessed that he'd... won, or something. He smothered disappointment with the task of taking his prescribed medication, sighing in relief once it was washed down. It'd take a bit to kick in, but it'd give him enough time to get back to his room and curl up under a heavy blanket. He gingerly hopped off the table, staring up at Isaac with a suspicious, knowing glare. "Thanks for the drugs," he said, and made to leave.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 4:51 pm
Isaac watched Leslie move to leave, and the big man didn't stop him. He merely muttered, "You are welcome, goodbye." As Leslie moved out of the room, Isaac followed, closely, wringing his hands the entire time.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 5:05 pm
Leslie knew when he was being followed, especially by not so stealthy giant oafs. He stopped short outside of the infirmary, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one without fanfare. "Why the <******** are you following me."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 3:56 pm
Isaac cleared his throat and very mildly watched Leslie light a cigarette. "Why do you have.. well. Why is there a burn on you." He then waited, very patiently.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 6:45 pm
Leslie cast a baleful stare at Isaac, lip curling. " Because there was a cigarette there." And then he waited, because he was sure that Isaac wasn't going to take that for an answer. Not that it was any of his ******** business to begin with.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 6:49 pm
Isaac fidgeted slightly. He shifted on his feet. He picked at a ball of lint on his shoulder. Fussed with his hair. Scratched his beard. Cleared his throat. Rocked back on his heels. Finally whispered (as though speaking too loud might send Leslie running), "But why?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 6:57 pm
"Do you want me to do you the peace of mind and say they were an accident?" Leslie asked through a cloud of smoke, miserable as ever. They, not it, because there was more than one. He exhaled and shrugged. "I'm not feeling charitable. Because someone ******** put them there, with intent. Anything besides that is none of your ******** business."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 7:04 pm
He opened his mouth to answer Leslie's question, and snapped it shut when Leslie continued without waiting for his response. Isaac's brows drew together and he gave the other hunter a mighty frown. A mighty, mighty frown. He had many many more questions, but Leslie had completely shut him down - which was fine, he supposed. Except it really wasn't. So he kept his mouth shut - for all of thirty seconds. A hard, hard thirty seconds. "But wwwwwhyyyyyyy, Leslie Miller. I know it is none of my business, but I am very curious."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 7:31 pm
Leslie blew smoke in Isaac's face. "How much is the knowledge worth? What can you possibly give me to make it worth telling you?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 7:56 pm
Isaac coughed and waved a hand in front of his face with the hopes that it would dissipate the smoke that had been blown (probably on accident) into his face. He then reached into his scrub pockets. He withdrew: an opened tongue depressor
a crumpled five dollar bill
three latex gloves, size XL, used
three pretty rocks he'd found on the beach
approximately two quarters, one dime and six pennies
an unopened piece of cinnamon gum
a small bag of beef jerky he'd pilfered from somewhere "This is all I have right now, Leslie."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 8:08 pm
"Jesus ******** christ." Leslie looked at the pile of things, then at Isaac's too-sombre face, then back at the things again. Slowly, he closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead with his free hand. "Yeah," he said, shaking his head, "you are dumb as a bag of ******** bricks, thanks for proving me right. I'm getting the ******** out of here."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 8:18 pm
Isaac made a face as he shoved everything back into his pockets. "I am sorry, it is none of my business, but," he shot out a hand and gripped Leslie's upper arm, "what can I give you so that you will tell me, I do not have much but I am very curious."
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