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 Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 12:46 pm
"Ok, just... Bare with me one moment..." Cray had taken one look at the forms infront of him, suddenly deciding they were the wrong ones.
And they were. The title on the forms read "Win a Car" and Cray so wanted a car.
Finally finding forms he wanted from another rather messy pile, he took to writing their names and the answer to what would normall be his first question. "Ok! Are you, or are you both not over the ages of 18?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 12:48 pm
Mordread visibly froze. Age questions? He didn't know how old he was...He took a deep breath, "Uhm...I...Don't quite know how old I am..." he said timidly, eyes turning downwards, almost in shame. Another deep breath, "But I think I am..."
He looked to Patrick with a small, apologetic smile. He hoped he wouldn't make it more complicated than it had to be.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 12:50 pm
s**t. Hopefully the doctor wouldn't ask him just HOW old they were. He was nineteen. he claimed twenty five but.. He didn't want to lie. >> ;;
"You are, Mordread." Patricks voice was soothing, hand moving to rub the small of his lovers back. "I HAVE seen people and you look to be in your twenties. I'm over eighteen."
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 3:06 pm
Cray blinked at this. What an odd pair! It was very amusing.
Smiling, he ticked off a few things and started typing in his computer again while he talked. "It's ok, it wouldn't matter if you were under 18 anyway! Tis just a question that has to be asked.
He looked rather happy when he returned to his documents and continued with the questions. "Do either of you smoke/or drink?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 3:25 pm
Mordread shook his head, "No, no we don't." he looked proud at that fact. Cigarettes had always bothered the man - and he had never gone near one, even when he had been offered by the ocassional slaver.
One that was "Nice"
Or trying to slowly kill him with nicotine, either one.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 3:31 pm
"Actually..." Patrick shrugged slightly, leaning back in the chair more, head ducking a wee bit. "I smoke cigarettes. Used to do pot, but I quit that when I got Iamel. I drank until..uh...a little over six months ago."
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 3:34 pm
Mordread. STARED. At. His. Lover.
"You DO?!" his green eyes were the size of dinner plates at this new piece of information. He had lived with his lover for MONTHS and...He huffed softly, "Well I do hope that you stopped," he grumbled, arms slowly crossing over his chest.
It was obvious that the cat boy was irate with this new information.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 3:36 pm
"Yeah, I stopped drinking because I was raped. Stopped pot because I had a kid. And now I'm stopping cigarettes until this brat pops out. I LIKE my nicotine."
Telling a pregnant person what to do was NOT a smart thing. Patrick glared right back.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 3:59 pm
Looking between the pair, Cray clicked his tongue in thought. Well this was unexpected, for once he was rather quiet considering he'd normally be acting rather strange all over the place.
But he managed to tear his eyes away from the two and wrote down this bit of information.
"O-kay, do you have any allergies and such? Illnesses and etc?" He asked as casual as usual.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:01 pm
Mordread shook his head, "Nope...Not that -I- Know of..." his eyes narrowed at his lover again and he sighed, features softening a little bit after a few minutes, "I wish you'd quit..." tenderly he put his hand over the man's chest, "Bad enough you inhale chemicals and mold crap...I don't want anything to happen to you."
Or him. God if he EVER saw Patrick smoke he'd probably go to pieces.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:03 pm
"I'm deathly allergic to penicillian and cranberries." Patrick arched his eyebrow in response to that narrowed look, hugging right back. "I don't want to quit, Mordread. It was my choice to breath it in in the first place."
Another grumbling huffnoise. "Any other questions, doc?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:18 pm
"Just two more!" Cray said with a wide smile, now acting as if there was no atmosphere in the room with the two giving each other glares while he wrote down the information he recieved. "I'd advise against smoking though, such a filthy habit. Not good at all."
Sitting up, he turned towards the pair with a rather caring smile on his face. "Now, One of the checks I do is a.. Internal inspection. For a male it's rather important due to wear it grows. However I'm a little unsure about where it is on you, so I would also like to do a check up on that."
Reaching up, he straightened his glasses a little, sounding serious yet friendly at the same time as he continued. "I would like to know if you want your partner out of the room while I do this. I will also do the injection in this time. Secondly I would like to know if you would like to sleep temporaily through this."
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:22 pm
"There's NO way in HELL I'm leaving his side," Mordread said, voice rather firm on that point. He would be with his lover every step of the way - even if he was slightly annoyed at him. His hand was still on his chest, however.
He wouldn't argue with him anymore. Both of them were stubborn as hell and neither of them would give. He'd said his piece and so had Patrick. It was up to the darker man if he'd take his lover's feelings into consideration on it or not.
The feline boy wouldn't persue the matter. And both of them knew that.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:27 pm
"I'd...really rather Mordread to be here." His voice was smaller at that, "And I DON'T want to be asleep. I really don't." The thought of being put out like that at another persons mercy made him tremble in fear... One dark arm wound around the other, dragging Mordread close. "Please. I'm scared."
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:38 pm
Cray nodded, still keeping the caring smile on his face. "That's ok, I was merely asking for you comfort. Since it makes people rather uncomfortable when a stranger is looking... Well you know. And I wasn't sure if you two wanted to be in the same room."
Standing up, Cray walked over to the other corner of the room, where there was a small cornered off room with a curtain to keep it separate. Pulling it back, it reveal a small table with a hospital gown on it and a place to store the patients clothes in a cupboard.
"If you could, please change into this, it makes my job easier." He said, gesturing to the gown.
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