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 Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 12:39 am
She'd done some looking, and some asking, but finally she had a lead on the kid. So, she was in the infirmary keeping an eye out for him. It was an active search, she was checking every room, every closet, and behind every counter. He better be fine, he better be okay, and he had better have a set of bandages with him at all times. He'd also best be eating properly. Sherry had a whole list of things to check up on with him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 9:14 pm
Leslie looked to be in one piece, small as he was. Didn't save him from looking ridiculous, though. His navy scrubs were rolled up clear to his ankles, as the small size had still been a bit too long in the leg for him. There were dark circles under his eyes, but he attributed that to last night's <********> nightmare more than the mission. (And all the security warnings uh, sort of proved that point.) He looked up from some very, very messy paperwork with narrowed eyes. Had he heard his name, just a second ago? Was someone asking for him? Years of being tracked like prey in his own home had left him with keen ears, and slowly he stood. And then, a nurse pointed at him with bloodied gloves still on-- triage, probably, as always-- and Leslie squinted. It was her. From the dream, from the desert. "It's you," he said, blinking owlishly. "You next shift or some s**t?" Leslie's was almost up, after all.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 11:49 pm
Sherry looked him up and down, trying her best to gauge his condition. He looked tired for sure, that was understandable and even expected considering recent events. She also wondered if he was eating enough or working too much or... She didn't even know. "It's me," she said with a smile. "Sherry. Nice to meet you." She gave his scrubs one more glance and shook her head. "I've been looking for you; had to make sure you'd made it back in one piece. I owe you one for helping me out." "You free after this?" She gestured at the infirmary in general.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 3:51 pm
The answer to both of Sherry's questions was yes, not that he'd ever admit to such a thing if asked.
"Leslie," he offered, slowly, mind fuzzy on whether or not he'd told her before. His memory was s**t these days, especially since he slept as little as possible before the weird nightmares.
And he looked stupefied, still, at the notion of someone else caring about his health. Ms. Caroline was a given; she was the adopted mom figure and had been the first in his mind to do just that. But... she barely knew him. Sherry didn't know him, actually, not even a little.
And if he was being honest, she probably didn't want to, and would realize it soon enough.
"You, uh. You saved me first," he countered, lips pulled down into a frown. "So... ******** off with that. No one owes anyone anything." Leslie's hackles were raised like a startled cat's, and if he had been one, his tail would be full bottle-brush out of the sheer suspicion.
A harried looking Life trainee about a foot and change taller than Leslie arrived, looking very much like he'd overslept. "Sorry," he said, "I know I did this last week but--"
"Yes," Leslie said to Sherry, "I'm free now." He gave the finger to the new guy, demeanor shifting from cautious to salty in an instant. "I've done half your starting shift duties for you, Harry. Last ******** time I do, I swear to christ."
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2017 1:29 am
Sherry raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay, no one owes anything." He was right, after all. She had saved him first, even if it wasn't something Sherry felt was too big of a deal. She hadn't even needed to go out of her way to help him, but he'd gone out of his - and returned after Caelius had forced him to help out, too. "But that doesn't mean I can't thank you for helping me out." Her glance fell on the trainee that joined them. Trainee skimping on his work? Hm. And Leslie picking up the slack. Sherry was impressed with Leslie even while she scowled at Harry. He wouldn't last long if he wasn't pulling his weight. Not that Sherry was in a place to reprimand him, so she just scowled. "Great," she said to Leslie. "Let's go grab some food and have a chat. If you're hungry, anyway." She wasn't going to force food on anyone. "Portals are down so there's the food tent, or um, I can cook pancakes."
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