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| You & Me at the End; ~sXm | |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Dec 5 2009, 01:12 PM Post #31 |
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Marcus nodded when Darwin claimed their 1 day relationship was still going well, reopening his book and guessing that the last of their conversation revolving around the random inquiry about his feelings towards Samuel. He was proven wrong though when the other man decided to throw in some taglines about their high school days. “Funny, I remember you. Salutatorian. I think you played basketball too but that’s one I can’t be sure about.” He confessed in a mutter, flicking a page over in his book. He only chuckled lightly when Darwin pegged him as Samuel’s ex and asked if he still had feelings for him. “I don’t think you’ll like the answer to that, so I won’t give it to you.” Finally the Q and A came to an end with a shout from Tara. Marcus didn’t look up to see why the woman he was previously flirting with decided to shout out for her nephew. When he did decide to look away from his reading the pink haired man was gone and Tara was left standing on her own. “What happened?” While this was going on, Samuel was still in the corner of the gym talking to his sister about the events that happened over the past couple of weeks that everyone appeared to be reluctantly accepting. “So you think that the goal of the virus isn’t to kill us?” Ella lit up another cigarette and tried to grasp the ideas that her younger brother was bouncing off of her. Said man sighed and started messing with his hair. “Maybe death is just a side effect.” Samuel suggested, closing his eyes and biting down on the side of his lip, in deep thought. “The virus struck in one big wave and since then no one else has died. What if us being alive isn’t a sign that we’re more immune from the virus than the people who died, but that we were just strong enough to make it through the side effect?” Ella thought about what her brother explained to her quietly. It made sense enough, it sounded like the workings of some medications. They were meant to help but there was always the possibility that the taker could die. What wasn’t making sense was that something that was meant to harm them carried death as adverse reaction rather than the end result. “Okay, so say I believe you. The virus isn’t actually trying to kill us, death is more a sign that it didn’t work. Explain the weather.” Samuel had to shrug at that one. It seemed enough like the world was ending in a dramatic way but so far nothing was destroyed, there was just some really bad weather striking back to back. Things like that could have happen when everything was still normal. “Things aren’t what we think they are though.” Samuel concluded with a nod before explaining the odd figure that he saw when he was leaving the racquetball court and going to the gym to join everyone else. Neither Crofton believed that it was a zombie or a mummy or anything else straight out of a Sci-Fi movie but the thing did need explaining and because of it, the Doc needed explaining as well. Was he just an old man with good intentions or did he have something to do with everything? |
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| sXm | Dec 19 2009, 04:12 PM Post #32 |
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Tara gave a glance to Marcus when he spoke to her before looking down at her hands in hesitation. Twisting her lips to one side, she looked at Marcus once more. “Winnie’s pet is sick,” So much for keeping it down low. Glancing away from a moment, she shifted her eyes to the side, “It probably just has a bug, that‘s all.” Gripping her hands, she began rub her knuckles with her thumb. It must be just a bug. If it wasn’t it, what would they eat? It’s a given that they had plenty of canned foods, but when all that is gone, what next? This wasn’t suppose to happen. Standing up, Tara looked at Marcus and smiled, “I’ll be back,” she said as she turned her heels and began to walk out of the gym. She was searching for Darwin, but she needed to talk to that doctor. Instead of going with Darwin and the others on his little ‘field trip’ she should stay with the doctor and assist him. After all, she is a scientist -despite her appearance-of course she won’t just tell people that because she knew people would be yelling at her questioning why this catastrophe was happening. This was not her fault, so she did not really know. All she knew was that this virus was created by an insane madman with power issues. The weather was just a coincidence that helped people to believe that the world was ending... Darwin looked down at his white furry pet with a frown, “Bobo…you’ll be alright,” he was hot against his chest but he could feel him purr a short response to his comforting words and petting hand. Glancing around the halls, he wondered where that doctor might be before coming to a complete pause realizing that he tired. He was tired and his body was asking for sleep. Moving once more, Darwin began to push doors open that were capable of being accessible just to peer in. “Why am I looking for him here? Shouldn’t he be at that hospital?” He asked out loud to himself before walking towards the doors that would take him outside. Looking out the doors, he stared at the rain that was pouring down. Looking down towards Bobo, he looked up with more confidence before pushing the door open and stepping into the rain. Making sure Bobo was covered from the rain, he began to run in the direction of the hospital. He could see it, and it wasn’t far off. The rain was cold…and sharp. As Darwin ran to the hospital, he managed to look at his surroundings. Everything looked gray and lifeless...it was beginning to get dark. This was Darwin in panic mode. He was thinking about Bobo’s health instead of his own. He couldn’t even hear Tara’s voice calling him through the rain. Within ten minutes, he was already in front of the hospital. Pushing the automatic door open with one hand, he stepped inside. “Doctor Quinlan!!!” He yelled in hopes for a response. Tara only stood there at the door, watching her nephew running out to help his pet. It’s just a pet, why is he trying to protect it like this…running out in the rain, idiot. Tara thought to herself before sighing and turning around to lean her small back against the doors. To protect the things Darwin love…he didn’t even hear her yell out his name. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Dec 21 2009, 04:53 PM Post #33 |
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Samuel made the choice to go and talk to Doctor Quinlan. Just a few weeks ago he was happy to remain in the dark about the pandemic but given all of these new questions he had he knew well enough that he wasn’t going to be able to relax in this new world without the knowledge of how this new world came to be. If there really was a madman behind everything then Samuel would just take himself out of the town that contained him, along with the rest of his family and loved ones after letting the other survivors know about his findings. If it was just a tragic pandemic brought about by something that formed on its own then Sam would just go about his business as usual. Much like before it was impossible for Samuel to get too up in arms about these new happenings. The only thing that was different was that the man was very against the notion of being someone’s guinea pig and he wasn’t going to remain in that type of situation if he had the choice. This madman could fuck up the world all he wanted but he wasn’t going to be an experiment for whatever he was trying to accomplish. The carpenter made his way to the bleachers with the intent to tell Darwin where he was going and to stay put. A thought occurred to him on the way over and Samuel also wanted to make sure that the man was feeling okay. While he was sure most everyone in Boston was stuck with a needle by Doctor Q in order to find a ‘fully immune’ survivor Darwin was the only one that he knew of that was stuck twice. Did that needle have something else on it? That doctor that everyone was suddenly thinking about made his way from the gym to the hospital not too long ago and was confined in the lab that he commissioned for himself after the first outbreak. He wasn’t alone in that room however, two other bodies occupying some stools beside him as he worked with a microscope. “What’s taking you so long with this old man?” The male beside him barked out, leaning forward and studying the equipment that the old man was looking into. “It’s almost been a month, we should have been through with this by now!” “You have to be patient.” The doctor muttered in reply, not looking up from his work. “I wouldn’t have to be patient if you got this right the first damn time!” The younger scientist huffed out at the other man. “The first wave was supposed to be the last, now we have a bunch of humans running around with questions about what’s going on.” He gave a sigh. “Did you infect that man? He’s our best candidate to see if the enhancements are really working.” When the older doctor opened his mouth to answer that question he heard his name coming from elsewhere in the hospital, finally making him look away from his microscope. “Go see what they want!” The younger man ordered when Quinlan didn’t move at once. Eventually the doctor slid onto his feet, shuffling out of the lab and towards where he thought that echoing voice came from. “Ah Darwin, what brings you out here in the rain?” Doctor Quinlan smiled when he was within earshot, still moving closer to the ‘immune’ one. |
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| sXm | Dec 23 2009, 12:58 AM Post #34 |
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Looking around the deserted lobby he was in, his breathing began to slow down and his heart began to relax again. All that running through ran was a strain…it shouldn’t have been for Darwin but for some reason it was. Darwin the man who loved chasing people was left breathless after a short jog in the ran. As he moved deeper into the lobby, his eyes scanned the entire room. Darwin could not believe that a hospital like this was empty and lifeless, there was no buzz of the nurse talking and greeting him, no receptionists…no patients sat in the seats. But was is really lifeless? His footsteps echoed as he moved deeper, what he felt at first when he stepped in the room, he no longer felt. Perhaps it was the rain on his flesh drying off, but whether it was or not, a warm sensation touched him. Looking up at the ceiling lights, he watched them flicker slightly with their yellowish glow. Without realizing it, he was staring up at light longer than he should have been because his eyes began to squint. As he looked away from the lights, his eyes laid back on his surroundings and immediately everything was different. The seats and desks were clean and he could hear people talking behind him. Turning around out of curiosity, he saw people walking into the hospital, “Are you guys from the gym?” Darwin began to ask them, but they only gave a blind eye and ear to him and didn’t even both to move around Darwin to walk to the waiting area. They just began to walk right through him. His eyes widened at this and he immediately stepped away, his fingers tightened around Bobo’s body. “What the fuck?…” he whispered as he felt himself begin to panic. As he stepped further away to watch what was happening around him, nurses, doctors began to appear in the parallel hallways that lead directly into two big closed doors. People were conversing with one another as if there was no killing virus, it was just a normal day in a hospital lobby. This hospital was still full of life! Darwin shifted his eyes to each person that was in the room, they were bright and they appeared tangible, yet as Darwin went ahead to touch a passing nurse shoulder, his hand simply passed through her. This was strange. Looking around the room, he finally saw a familiar face that was beginning to approach him. For a second, Darwin stepped back in fear when he was addressed. As the man moved closer, the 'illusions' around him began to break. “Doctor Quinlan?” Stepping forward, he kept his eyes on the old man until he was right in front of him. Blinking, he reached forward and touched him. A sigh left his lips, before turning his head around to scan the room once more. It was lifeless again…the lights above him was still flickering slightly as he shifted his eyes back to Doctor Quinlan to stare at him blankly before recalling what this man had said previously. “Oh!” Looking away from Doctor Quinlan, he removed his hand from the doctors shoulder quickly and returned it to the back of his guinea pig. “My pet…I think he is sick so the first person that crossed my mind was you,” Darwin responded with a shaky voice before lifting his precious pet towards Doctor Quinlan. A shivering chill ran down his spine as he looked from his pet to Doctor Quinlan. His eyes shifted to the side of Doctor Quinlan’s shoulder and his eyes widened immediately at the sight behind Doctor Quinlan’s back. Licking his lips, his breathing began to pick up as he watched people walk to and fro from each room. These people weren’t like those in the waiting room, their faces were distorted. Everything was distorted. Shifting his eyes back and forward quickly, he forced his gaze into Doctor Quinlan’s face for a moment before shutting his eyes tightly when he felt a stabbing pain in his head. With a small groan, he forced his eyes open to look over Doctor Quinlan’s shoulder again. They were gone. With a breathless sigh, “Do you think you can help him? I know you’re not a veterinarian, but I don’t know who else to go to,” he spoke softly as if his energy was suddenly drained form him. Turning his heels, he unconsciously went to an empty seat and sat down. Gripping his chest, he exhaled sharply as he began to relax himself again. His eyes were on the floor, “Don’t worry about me. I’m just tired from the run, it’s been a long day…” Darwin chuckled as he looked back up towards Doctor Quinlan with a small smile. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Dec 24 2009, 05:15 PM Post #35 |
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The small doctor studied Darwin after he was answered with a hand to the shoulder instead of verbally about why he was in the hospital given the weather and the gathering at the gym. He waited patiently for the reply that he assumed would come after Darwin realized that he really was talking to the doctor that he called for, looking over his large glasses at the younger man with a curious glint in his eyes. When he was finally given an answer Quinlan gave a surprised hum and looked at the small pet that he was offered, wondering just what he should do with it. If there was something wrong with it the old man was far from qualified to even guess at what it was. Beyond that, the doctor was much more curious to see what was happening with Darwin, something that he did have a clue about and could fix if it came down to it. He ignored the animal in his grasp and looked at the slightly taller survivor as he seemed to check out of the room again. The doctor looked over as well but didn’t see what Darwin was so taken with. As Darwin picked speaking back up again Quinlan smiled softly, looking back down at the man’s pet that was given to him. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to diagnose what’s wrong with your pet lad, let alone be able to help him.” He replied, watching as the pet squirmed around and—what appeared to be a bone jutted through his skin at his back. Quinlan raised the hand that didn’t contain the small animal and adjusted his glasses, looking at the limb. Besides giving what would be a sound of pain the animal didn’t seem fazed by the breaking of skin and barley any blood was shed. I didn’t expect that to happen to an animal… The doctor studied the small creature, watching as the bone covered in muscle flexed up and down. He immediately rethought his position on looking at the pet, knowing that his ‘assistant’ in the back would be more than curious to this finding of his. For the moment however he turned his attention back to the human that the man in the back room would be most interested in. “I’m afraid I can’t help but worry about you lad, it’s my area of expertise.” Doctor Quinlan sat down next to Darwin, resting a hand on his back. “Is your head feeling okay? What about your heart?” The latter question was quite normal to ask of someone who claimed that he just tired himself out from morning but appeared to be more so, the former however wasn’t. Just a doctor’s natural curiosity maybe? “Have you been feeling alright as of late?” |
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| sXm | Dec 25 2009, 09:08 PM Post #36 |
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His smile loosened when Doctor Quinlan told him that he pretty much can’t help Bobo. Sighing again, he let his hand that held his chest drop to his left thigh and his body curved forward slightly. Looking down at the floor, he flinched a little when he felt Doctor Quinlan’s hand rest on his back. Swallowing thickly, he immediately looked over at Doctor Quinlan when he was asked about his heart. Samuel didn’t tell him anything right? He couldn’t have since they pinky promised and they were together for the most of the time today anyways. But when Doctor Quinlan asked if he had been feeling alright as of late, Darwin couldn’t help but laugh. Looking away from Doctor Quinlan, he continued to laugh to himself before hushing up softly. “As of late?” He repeated as he inhaled sharply and looked down at the floor again. “My body has be acting up more than usual, but that’s because of stress,” Darwin looked up towards Doctor Quinlan once more. “Just stress because everything I care about is either already dead or is going to die. My body problems are nothing compared to that.” Leaning back into his seat, he closed his eyes and exhaled. He was lightheaded but that’s because he was tired from the jog through the rain. “So you can’t help Bobo?” He breathed out as shiver ran down his body again. Darwin did not want to be the downer, but he can’t just ignore the fact the people in the gym are still at risk of dying. Opening his eyes, he glanced around the lobby he was in before rubbing his eyes. “I’m lightheaded.” Looking over towards Doctor Quinlan, he looked down at his pet. Poor Bobo. Reaching forward, he began to stroke its head, small squeals came from the creature that creased when Darwin stopped touching him. “Do you know how creepy this hospital is?” Glancing up towards Doctor Quinlan, a small but forced smile formed his lips. He changed subjects. Meanwhile, Tara finally moved back into the gym. Her pace was slow and her mind was elsewhere. She couldn’t stop Darwin from leaving the gym and running into the drenching rain. With a heavy sigh, Tara plopped down on one of the bleachers and ran her fingers through her locks. What was she going to do?! Looking up, she glanced around the gym for a moment before looking down in defeat. “Reckless idiot.” To Tara, Darwin was a reckless idiot. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Jan 2 2010, 10:07 PM Post #37 |
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Samuel looked around the gym for the doctor, thinking that he remained there while he was busy attending to the sexual satisfaction of Darwin, the duty of a boyfriend that he took very seriously. That shrunken old doctor was no where to be found, however, and the carpenter didn’t have a clue as to where he could have gone to. For an old man whose top speed seemed to be 3 feet per hour he disappeared rather quickly. They couldn’t have been in that locker room for more than 30 minutes tops! He went back to the main part of the gym, double checking his surroundings in case the old man was talking to someone near a set of bleachers and he disappeared behind a set of seats. There was no luck with that scenario though, which left Samuel to stand and guess where Quinlan could have gone to in such a hurry. The answer came to him so quickly that he picked up a hand so he could literally hit himself on the forehead. The hospital, that made perfect sense. Why didn’t I think of that in the first place? Samuel inaudibly chastised himself further, moving back to his older sister and telling her where he was going. Once she was informed he went to go tell Darwin about the same, but he was no where to be found either. Did everyone decide that the last thing they wanted to try and imitate Houdini before they died? “Where’s Darwin?” He asked Marcus who was still trying to read but obviously gave up when Samuel came to him, closing his book and setting it on a seat behind him. After that he shrugged. “I don’t know, ask her.” He jabbed his thumb towards Darwin’s aunt. The genius moved towards Tara. “Where’s Darwin?” Repeating the inquiry Samuel crossed his arms over his chest. Dr. Quinlan smiled as Darwin tried to doge the topic of his health by talking about the creepiness of the hospital. “It can be that way sometimes.” He nodded, getting back to his feet. “Some doctors seriously believe the souls of the dead wander around in hospitals. But it could be could because a hospital is always alive, even when it’s empty and…well...everyone’s not living.” He sighed, looking back at the pet in his hand with large eyes magnified by his glasses. “I guess I could give him a look. If I look at him will you let me take a look at what’s wrong with you lad? I’m really worried that you might be displaying other symptoms of the virus.” |
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| sXm | Jan 9 2010, 03:31 AM Post #38 |
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Darwin would not blame Dr. Quinlan if he had seen what Darwin had seen. Dr. Quinlan had spent much more time here than probably anywhere else. Looking up towards Dr. Quinlan when he stood up, Darwin eyes only shifted slightly downwards to look at his pet. Bobo must be in so much pain right now…If only Darwin could just take that pain away from him, Darwin would. The small frown that was on Darwin’s lips slowly changed when Dr. Quinlan said that he would look at him. Smiling, he shifted his gaze back towards Dr. Quinlan’s face. “Really?” Looking back down towards Bobo, he sighed softly before looking back up. “As long as you take a look at Bobo…” If this was his only chance to save Bobo, he would take it no matter what cause. “I doubt I’m having symptoms of the virus though, just the stress of it I guess, that’s upsetting my body.” Letting his back loose, he leaned forward a little and rested his hand upon his chest. “I have Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy, I generated it from my mom.” Looking up towards Dr. Quinlan, “I stopped taking medicine for it a few years ago because it wasn’t acting up like right now.” Darwin remembered he stopped taking it soon after he went into college. He found it bothersome to take medicine for something that was no longer a strain. It was a mistake on his part obviously, and now he was paying for it the hard way. “Other than that, I’m healthy as a horse!” Darwin claimed as he removed the grip he had on his chest and flexed. The smile he wore slowly diminished and he let his hands drop to his lap. Chuckling softly, “I was thirteen and in middle school when I realized I had this condition after collapsing during a basketball game.” Inhaling softly, he looked up towards Dr. Quinlan, “We lost that game.” Tara looked up from the floor she was staring at when she noticed someone hovering over her, questioning her about Darwin’s location. “Winnie?” Looking away a little bit, she glanced over at the empty pet cage before looked back towards Samuel. “He is with Dr. Quinlan.” It was getting dark outside, and Tara was pretty sure that Darwin would not be returning to the gym until tomorrow. “Idiot ran out in the stupid rain to go to the hospital. Bobo is just sick.” Tara said out loud even though it appeared as though she was simply speaking with herself since she had looked away from Samuel and back towards that small spot on the ground a little bit ago. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Jan 23 2010, 07:25 PM Post #39 |
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Samuel couldn’t stop from spitting out the growl that grew in his throat, covering his mouth to hopefully prevent it from being noticed. Darwin was with the one man that he should have kept his utmost distance from and for what? A sick pet. Samuel couldn’t and wouldn’t berate him for caring about his pet, when Snapple was under the weather he would flip out like a worried mother with an only child but what was Quinlan supposed to do? He was a doctor, not a vet. “What in hell was he thinking?” The man shook his head and turned his body around at once, heading towards the door while grumbling to himself all the while. For a moment all he could think about was how stupid it was for Darwin to go out on his own in the new barren world while they were still trying to figure out why it was so barren but when he reached the door to the gym his thoughts of stupidity quickly shifted to thoughts of worry. It was possibly the first time in his life Samuel got so bothered by the thought of something that he wasn’t100% positive about. The genius was a very ‘come what may’ type of man and the root of the evil of this virus was still an unknown. That didn’t stop him from going out into the rain without any sort of protection and making his way to the hospital, swearing that if anything happened to Darwin he was going to break his oath to respect the elderly and kick around the shrunken man. That rainy afternoon was the time for firsts as Samuel wished that his thoughts were wrong and Quinlan was just this old, friendly, proactive doctor and not some mad scientist bent on destroying or fucking with the human population for whatever sick twisted reason that he had. The doctor nodded as Darwin spoke to him, keeping a well practiced look of concern of his face but frowning instantly when the man claimed to have an idea of what the problem might be. That was bad news indeed, not just for the sufferer but for the doctor was well. If his heart was acting up then Quinlan wouldn’t be able to tell without a doubt if something that Darwin was going through was because of his injection and the virus or because of his heart. “That’s a shame; it would have been nice to have an underdog comeback story to go with your discovery.” He smiled lightly at Darwin, carefully adjusting the hold on the small pet in his hands before holding it out for the other human in the room to take back. “I can actually handle that in a jiffy while we’re up here, all you’ll need is an injection of some beta blockers if you’ve simply stopped taking you medications.” Shuffling out of the small maze of chairs, Quinlan started making his way to a door situated beside a counter on the opposite wall, further on the other side of the room. “Come now, I’ll give you a quick injection.” The doctor advised, turning to look at Darwin. “You’ll have to tell me more about the history of your Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy, so I’ll know how much to give you.” |
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| sXm | Feb 2 2010, 01:54 AM Post #40 |
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Darwin smiled softly at Dr. Quinlan reply about the lost basketball game. “Tell me about it.” This condition of Darwin has been the thing that prevented him of a normal life when he was younger. Always making sure to take his medications, making sure that his heart doesn’t worsen like his mothers…but after high school, he was just fed up with taking those pills when his heart no longer acted up. Darwin believed that this heart would never act up again, but Darwin also believed that there would never be a virus that would kill people within hours in this modern time. Glancing down from Dr. Quinlan aged face, he looked at his small pet that softly squealed when Dr. Quinlan adjusted him to one hand. Looking at the hand that was held out to him, Darwin looked back up towards that aged face. “Really? Just an injection of beta blockers?” Grabbing that hand, he pulled himself up and released the hand once he was on his feet. Sticking his hands into his pockets, he began to follow after Dr. Quinlan. He followed Dr. Quinlan without hesitation. Just taking an injection to relieve himself from the pain within his chest is simply amazing. Blinking slowly, he looked down at Dr. Quinlan when he was told to give more information about the history of his condition. Nodding softly, “Well, like I said before, my first attack was when I was thirteen. My mother was diagnosed with Hypertrophic Cadiomyopathy when she was…” pausing, Darwin thought to himself as he tried to recall information from the past. “When she was twenty-six, I think.” Removing one hand from his pocket, he moved it to the back of his neck, “She was hospitalized for it months later and she died three years afterwards…” Looking down at his feet for a moment. “She had a lot of stress after my father left her…but then again, he was a stressor when they were together. Darwin continued on walking, “My heart didn’t act so bad like hers. Only three times have I’ve been submitted into the intensive care unit and that was only during middle school and my first summer break from high school. Occasionally, I would lose my breath during school, but it wasn’t noticeable. I’m perfectly fine.” Nodding gently, he glanced back towards the lobby that he was now exiting. The images that he had seem previously really freaked him out…thank heavens Dr. Quinlan came to his rescue. “So what do you think is wrong with Bobo?” - Tara glanced up at Samuel when he turned away form her immediately. “Samuel, wait!” Pushing herself up from her seat, she began to chase after him. “It’s raining outside,” when she managed to catch up to him, “are you going out there? Darwin knows how to take care of himself.” She spoke as she glanced out the doors for a moment before looking at the back of Samuel’s head. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Feb 4 2010, 09:09 PM Post #41 |
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Samuel didn’t stop when he heard the voice of Darwin’s aunt, only slowed down his moving. He pushed past the second set of double doors and let the rain and wind into the gym, bracing himself for the cold and wet that was going to be bombarding him in a few moments. “I don’t care.” The man was kind enough to give her words a reply before he went out to accomplish his mission for the day. “I want to go out and see what’s going on. I could really care less about his being able to handle things on his own.” He made it sound like it was a selfish act and that was easy enough for him to do. The woman knew that he was involved with her nephew but she didn’t know to what extent, had no clue about all of the history behind them and he wanted her to continue to be clueless when it came to his current feelings towards Darwin. “And it turns out that he can’t take care of himself well then it will all just be a nice coincidence that I showed up.” The carpenter finally stepped out into the rain, letting the doors slam shut behind him as rain poured down on him, taking only three seconds to soak through his top as he jogged towards the hospital. Dr. Quinlan continued his shuffle towards the prescription counter, stopping just short of the door that was sitting beside it. “Yes, that’s all you’ll need. Now, it’s not a clean easy fix, you’ll still have to take periodic injections, which I’ll keep giving you until there’s no more left, but it will give you relief for an extended amount of time.” The doctor explained, coming to stop in front of the door protected by a keypad. Digging into his pockets the shrunken made found a card, sliding it through and punching in some numbers. Holding the door open so Darwin could fall in behind him, the doctor gently set the pet he’d been asked to care for onto a counter top so he could disappear into the vast rows of medicine that made up the room. Given the history of Darwin’s problem, a few injections would be all he needed to get back on track long enough for the doctor to see what he really wanted. “I can’t honestly say, but that small bone poking out of his back can’t be anything good.” The man called out as he came upon the boxed up bottle that he was looking for, pulling out off of the shelf and making a move to wear all the syringes were. “Whatever it is, he seems to be coping with it well. If he’s not in pain then there’s not too much I need to do.” Returning to Darwin with his supplies and setting them on the counter next to Bobo, the man put on a pair of gloves he grabbed on the way back. “I’ll just give you this quick shot and then I’ll take a better look at him--” “DARWIN!” The loud cry within the walls of the hospital surprised him, making him drop the box with the beta blocker liquid in it. Quinlan cursed under his breath, leaning over to pick it up and moving to get another. “Darwin! Are you here!?” Samuel was out of shape when it came to running so he was out of breath when he got to the hospital. He was also soaking wet and cold, which meant he wasn’t in a wonderful mood and it showed on his face. “Darwin!” |
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| sXm | Feb 23 2010, 10:22 PM Post #42 |
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Tara watched Samuel hopelessly as he ran out of the gym. Sighing softly, she shook her head and smiled. Samuel didn’t seem like a selfish person but more as a good friend. “Alright…” Letting her arms drop to her sides, she watched as Samuel disappeared within the walls of pouring rain that consumed his body. Turning around, she slowly walked her way back into the gym… “Cool, thanks Doc.” Darwin watched Dr. Quinlan as he punched in some numbers after sliding a card through protected keypad that allowed access to a particular room. Though he was watching, he took no note of the numbers that were punched in for he knew if he were to try and memorize them, he would be at lost. Despite Dr. Quinlan being at a golden age, he was rather quick with his fingers. A smile formed his lips when Dr. Quinlan held the door open for him and he immediately stretched his arm to hold it for Dr. Quinlan. Walking deeper into the room, he glanced back towards the closing door before looking down at Bobo. Trotting towards the counter top, he gently touched Bobo’s head before shifting his glance towards that vast rows of medicine. To be honest, Darwin was dazzled by the amount of medicine that was stored in one room. He glanced over the jars, and boxes of medicines without realizing the Dr. Quinlan had disappeared behind those shelves. Shifting his gaze back towards his pet, his astonished expression loosened, and he bit down on his lower lip. Sighing softly, he perched himself beside his pet and gently caressed his head. Looking down at the small bone that was poking out of Bobo’s back, he shook his head and chuckled pathetically. “I agree with you here…” Looking away from the awkward bump that was on Bobo’s back, he looked over towards Dr. Quinlan when he appeared before him. Darwin did not reply to Dr. Quinlan when he was told that if Bobo was not in pain then there’s not much he need to do. Bobo has always been strong, but…Darwin was worried for him. Why the fuck would a bone be popping out of his back anyways? When Dr. Quinlan moved away from him and then returned, he stopped caressing his pet and stretched out his arm for the man. Sighing softly, he closed his eyes for a moment to relax himself before having anything injected into his flesh….that was until he heard a stentorian voice. Like Dr. Quinlan, Darwin jumped as well. He was not expecting someone to scream his name…especially after having creepy hallucinations in the lobby. “Samuel?” Looking down towards Dr. Quinlan when he bent down to pick up the box of beta blockers, Darwin slowly slid of the counter top. “I’ll go see what’s up, I’ll be right back.” He announced politely as he excused himself from the Dr. Quinlan with a small smile. Pushing the door open, he walked outside, “Samuel…what’s wrong? Why are you here?” Approaching Samuel as if he was oblivious to the fact that Samuel was in a bad mood, “Did Tara tell you that I was here??” Rolling his eyes, he secretly cursed his aunt. He told her to stay quiet about Bobo. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Feb 25 2010, 04:26 PM Post #43 |
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Samuel began pawing at and peeling off of his hoddie and shirt so he could wring the access water from it the moment he heard Darwin’s voice. That was one worry that was deleted from his mind, his friend—boyfriend—Darwin was still alive at the very least. Now he had to probe the doctor and possible convince the powdered hair man to leave the hospital. It wouldn’t be easy to tell a grown man to do something, especially when he wouldn’t have his emotions appealed to but he was going to need to try something without directly informing the man that he thought the doctor was up to something a lot less noble then saving the remaining lives that were in Boston. “What am I doing here, what are you doing here?” Samuel shot back at him in a tone a lot lower than the one he was previously using, moving away from the puddle of water that formed by his feet thanks to his soaking wet clothing. He was beginning to think that pulling off his shirt was a bad move because he was chillier than when he was making his run, upper body covered almost entirely in goosebumps. To hell with his Asian body that could give him a flowing mane but couldn’t him some chest hair to keep him warm. “Why didn’t you stay at the gym? And what was so wrong with Bobo that you couldn’t wait until Quinlan came back?” There was no point in pretending with Darwin that Tara’s filling him in about the pet guinea pig didn’t have something to do with his being there. “Doc is a human doctor, not a vet. Just because he can work on a monkey like you doesn’t mean he can help Bobo.” A pause in his irritated speech came when he finally got a majority of the water out of his clothes and took the chance to peel them apart and pull them back over his head. Wet was a far better state for his clothes to be in then soaked, that was for sure. He then took a moment to catch his still fleeting breath. “I think that Quinlan might have something to do with…” Looking around the hospital as though the doctor would just appear from behind one of the waiting room chairs, Samuel took a quick pause and sighed. “Everything. A doctor conveniently survived and wants to help find a cure just a week into it? Gets everyone rounded up in the same city? It doesn’t make sense. Has he injected you with anything?” Just a hint of worry reached his voice, eyeing Darwin to catch if there were any new marks. |
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| sXm | Feb 25 2010, 10:59 PM Post #44 |
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Darwin watched Samuel with curiosity as he took off his hoodie and shirt. He knew why he was removing his clothing, so Darwin didn’t bother to ask. Though Darwin was soaked when he arrived at this hospital, he was becoming dry. He had always been told that letting rain dry on his flesh was a bad thing but honestly, he did not care. He wasn’t planning on removing his clothe anyways. Looking down towards Samuel's pants, he wondered if he was going to remove them too…but that was a dumb thought and he knew it. Shifting his gaze back up towards Samuel’s face, he stepped forward a little to close the huge distance that they had. Sighing softly, Tara told him… Of course she did, who else would have known that something was wrong with Bobo. “Well, I wasn’t thinking okay. When I saw Bobo’s body…his fur was shedding to quickly and a bone was poking of off his small back, I panicked. Doc was the first person that came to my mind.” Darwin confessed with a strain in his voice that was quiet as he looked away from Samuel for a moment. When Samuel added in a comment about Quinlan having something to do with everything, Darwin’s facial expressions twisted slowly, but surely into a raised brow and a crooked smile. “That old man?” Looking back to the door Quinlan lead him to for a moment, he glanced back over towards Samuel when he questioned if he had been injected with anything. “No…not yet.“ Bringing his brows together slightly, Darwin stepped forward again and rested his hand upon Samuel’s shoulder. “Perhaps Doc is just doing his job to help everyone. He’s pretty old and maybe getting a cure now will help us later. And even if he had something to do with this virus, isn’t it a good thing that he is trying to find a cure anyways?” Tilting his head to one side, Darwin studied Samuel’s expression for a moment. Within Darwin’s voice held humor and it was obvious that he was not taking Samuel seriously…not one bit. His smile grew, “Don’t worry so much,” letting his hand drop from Samuel’s shoulder, he glanced behind Samuel and to the doors. It was pouring like crazy…He couldn’t see it now because it was dark, but he can hear it. “But I’m glad you’re here.” Shifting his gaze back to Samuel’s face, he smiled again before turning around and walking back to the door. “Doc has something to give me for my pain, I’ll be back.” |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Feb 26 2010, 07:16 PM Post #45 |
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The reaction that Darwin gave him was not something that he loved. It couldn’t be that much of a stretch to think that Quinlan wasn’t as innocent as his wrinkled smile would lead everyone to believe? So it did sound a bit like a paranoid conspiracy theory but Samuel knew something else that sounded similar to a conspiracy plot: the majority of the US and possibly the world dying off in a day in a matter of seconds. If one was true then the idea of the other could be completely plausible. For just an instant he glared at the hand that was on his shoulder, ticked that Darwin wasn’t taking it seriously. He could joke about Samuel’s theory all he wanted when they were back at the gym and away from the doctor. As the other tried to walk away after advising him not to worry Samuel reached out and grabbed his wrist, forcing him to stay within earshot for a few seconds longer. “Maybe he’s not working on a cure.” Samuel kept his voice hush, still concerned that Quinlan was going to crawl out of some dark corner and reveal that he heard everything and was going to kill off or experiment on the ones that knew of his evil exploits like in a horror novel. “He could be trying to perfect whatever it is that everyone has.” Despite the humor that would have been in his voice a few months prior Samuel spoke seriously. It was slowly dawning on him that anyone he cared about in his life was dead all except for his sister, his snake and the guy he was holding onto and he really didn’t want the doctor to mess with him. The distressing part about it was that the two humans both had illnesses that would require some interaction with the doctor. “It sounds completely illogical but out of everyone here you’re the ‘special’ one and who knows what that really means. I just don’t want him to--” “Darwin? Who was it?” Words were interrupted by the surprisingly powerful voice of the old man he was just speaking about. Dark eyes turned towards the door Darwin came out of, looking at the small body that poked out of the door. That figure leaned forward and squint towards the pair in the distance. “Is that you Samuel?” Sighing, Samuel let go of Darwin and nodded. “Yea, I just wanted to be here for Darwin. I heard something was wrong.” He gave half of the truth, tucking his hands into wet pockets and giving the doctor an almost cold look. Quinlan, unable to see it clearly no doubt, smiled brightly. “The best part of my job was seeing couples worry about one another.” Samuel’s eyebrow raised, wondering why the doctor automatically assumed they were a couple. Did he hear them in the locker room…? “Are you ready Darwin?” |
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