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not my night

"Never hurts to ask, yeah? Put it out inta the universe n' all that."

His hand slid off her shoulder, and he put the chair back. "Text me when ya get out? We can talk 'bout yer things afterwards, or, uh, y'know, whenever." Dawson tried to sound as casual as possible about it. No pressure.

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Well, this development was a surprise. Lex's brows raised considerably at the tiny whisper Maebe's voice held now, and he leaned forward just a tad, the lack of her usual confidence more than just a tad intriguing.

Did she really think her face was that important? Yes, it was a nice face, a very pretty face even, but a face was a face. Chelsea, God bless her, had a ******** up face - and she was plenty confident. Maebe could surely do the same, if worse came to worse.

Hopefully it wouldn't. Lex had a bargain to uphold, and he'd prefer to not have to look at a Dali painting every first Tuesday of the month.

"Your chart says severe head trauma, lacerations, and bruising. Looks like my face got off easy, compared to yours."

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Sugar Therapy

She heard the soft crinkle of something in her hand, and closed on it quickly. It felt like a lollipop, and sure enough when she pulled the wrapping off of it and stuck it in her mouth, it tasted like one too. Strawberry, though she realized belatedly that everything seemed to taste a little different (a little less) when you couldn't smell it, too.

She popped it out of her mouth and licked it, unaware that Oliver had started limping away. When she pulled it out completely, she spoke in tones that indicated she was under the impression he was still there - the lollipop had sucked her attention completely.

"Thanks." She murmured. "It's delicious."

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Lex simply read off her chart, as if honesty was the best idea in a moment like this. Unfortunately, it wasn't, and Lex was just not the type of man to have realized that.

"Severe head trauma," She repeated, her voice scratching with emotion. "Lacerations. Bruising. I'm going to be a monster."

She couldn't cry very well through her bandages, and it stung like hell when the tears attempted to well up, but she couldn't stop them even if she wanted to. He wouldn't see a single tear, but she was not a silent crier, and it was clear by the shaking that she'd been upset by the news.

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He was so clinical. It was hard to stay upset when someone was this cold, this distant, this detached. She felt a cold apathy move from his heart, to hers, and for now, it helped. She calmed down, but only after curling up into a ball and wrapping the covers over her body.

"I hope so. Because that sounded really bad." She muttered quietly, with no idea that he was moving to leave.

Mystery Visit

Oh. A sweet talker. Lucky for Tommy, that kind of ploy worked quite well on Maebe, and her tense atmosphere faded away. She leaned in, smirking as best as she could. "Aren't you a sweet, sugary little thing. It's nice to meet you, Tommy. I wish it was under better circumstances - I promise that what's under the bandages is no less perfect."

So, he was sneaking away. "What's wrong with your room? Or are you just unhappy because I'm not in it?"

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Lex exhaled through the nose, determined to leave. He had no bedside demeanor, nor was he close enough with Maebe to even attempt comforting her in any way other than clinical reassurance.

On the other hand, he wanted to at least hug her.

But no, that was for Dawson and other thirsty guys to do. Lex would offer what he could - white lies and clinical analysis. Maybe when they became closer, he would reach out.

"I know so. You're going to be right as rain."

Then he left.

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Mystery Visit

"Ah, you do not know how often I long to hear such words from a woman's mouth." He grinned himself, falling into his usual flirtatious habits with ease as he found himself becoming more and more comfortable with each moment that passed. It did not seem as if she were going to be yelling for the doctor or nurse to come and remove him, it seemed, at least!

He let out a thoughtful sound before answering her. "Yes, I was there. It was not exactly something one could sleep through." Though he had heard rumours floating around that some had.

Lucky them, he supposed.

And that seemed to be all he wanted to say about that as, instead of elaborating on his own zombie-apocalypse-like exploits, he latched onto the new subject that was tossed his way, his grin widening further.

"Ah, si! Dove sei stato per tutta la mia vita? Tu sei quela che stavo aspettando, sono anni che ti stavo cercando! Finalmente ci siamo incontrati, vita mia, anima mia, luce mia, tesoro mio! Per piacere, sommergimi di carezze fino a farmi affogare."

It was all a bit overdone, his accent thickening as he leaned in ever closer to the woman laying bandaged up on her bed, his voice rising and falling dramatically before he let out a light chuckle.

"Is that good?"