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| You & Me at the End; ~sXm | |
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| sXm | Mar 3 2010, 10:24 PM Post #46 |
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Life is how you make it.
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Darwin had no idea that Samuel was going to grab his wrist and so when he felt the grip on his arm, he immediately glanced back at him with a raised brow. Looking down at the hand that was tightly gripping his wrist, he pulled at his arm slightly to make Samuel release him...it did not work. “Not working on a cure?” What kind of imagination does Samuel have really? Maybe he has been reading waaay to many books. Darwin noticed that Samuel was speaking in a hushed voice and so he automatically replied back hushed down as well without even thinking. “Why would he do that? Does he want everyone dead? Almost everyone is dead anyways…” Darwin replied with his right hand against his right cheek that was slightly cupped forward as if telling a secret. His tone of voice held sarcasm, even his eyes held hints of dry humor and sarcasm. But when Samuel mentioned about him being the ‘special’ one, Darwin moved that hand and placed it beneath his chin, gripping it slightly. To be honest about it, he never really thought of that. Hell, Darwin was far from being special like that, he has a heart disorder for heavens sake. When he heard Dr. Quinlan behind him, Darwin let his hand drop and he turned around to face the doctor. A small smirk formed his lips as he watched the doctor lean forward and squint like the old man he was. Looking back towards Samuel when he replied to the old man, a small smirk formed his lips. Worrywart. It was strange for Samuel to be worried…but then again, he has changed from the time they were rivals and to lovers, was Samuel always a worrywart? As his wrist was released, he allowed that arm to slightly drop to his side as if it was lifeless before turning back around to look at the doctor. “Yes, Doc.” Darwin replied to Dr. Quinlan when he was addressed before moving forward. Looking back towards Samuel, “You don’t mind Samuel tagging along, correct?” He signaled Samuel to follow anyways whether Dr. Quinlan agreed or not. “How many would I need in total?” Darwin asked as he approached the old man casually with his arms slightly stretched out. |
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my lust, my passion, my voice... [align=right] takes host of your body and attains control... [/align] | |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Mar 19 2010, 01:58 AM Post #47 |
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you can be king
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What would it take for Darwin to just consider what Samuel was saying? Not even fully believe him, but to take some caution in dealing with that damn smiling old doctor? Samuel knew what it would take, concrete evidence. Evidence that he couldn’t provide and that he was certainly going to go out and look for. He wasn’t going to let some mad scientist type doctor kill his family and his only rival. There was on way in the hell that was earth. “Sure, Samuel can join you. There’s room in here for all of us.” Doctor Quinlan said, fully opening the door to the room filled with medication and leaning against it to hold it open. “And you just need one for now, and one more each time you feel your heart acting up. I don’t want to give you too much, that would prove to be dangerous.” He didn’t know how Darwin felt about those words but they didn’t instill a hair of comfort in the carpenter. In fact they made him even less trusting of him than he was when they arrived. He knew he shouldn’t have blindly put his faith into that guy. More accurately, he shouldn’t have not given a damn when they got into Boston. “It’s okay. I’m still a little wet from the run over, so I’m going to go and find a bathroom with a dryer.” After he gave a nod to confirm his plan Samuel shoved hands into damp pockets and turned so he could slip away and get a look around the hospital for a few minutes. What he should have been looking at was the ground, however, and he didn’t know how he missed it in hindsight. Before he could get a step in the direction of the start of his search gravity turned against him and his feet were being catapulted into the air. Eyes went wide and mouth ajar when his side awkwardly met up with the damp floor. “Son of a bitch!” Samuel’s curse couldn’t cover up the sound of a crunch, he felt, and that sudden throbbing seemed like it was resounding over his moans of pain. Making another bad decision, Samuel tugged his throbbing wrist from his pocket, frustrated Korean curses escaping his lips. “Samuel, are you okay?” “Yea, I just landed on it real wrong.” Through gritted teeth he attempted to dissuade Quinlan from moving towards him but that plan failed. Within seconds the man was hunched over him and poking the wrist Samuel was cradling. Yelping, Sam pulled away. “I said I was fine! Aren’t you supposed to be making Darwin feel better?” “I think Darwin can wait for a few moments--” “I can wait for a few moments!” “But I see your point.” Quinlan turned and looked up at Darwin from his position on the floor, disregarding Samuel’s counterargument. “Darwin, there’s a man in room 202, would you mind getting him for me? He’ll be able to take care of Samuel while I finally give you your blockers.” The injured man on the floor shook his head, presumably from pain but in actuality he was attempting to silently will Darwin to stay with him and not roam that hospital alone. |
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I wonder why it is I don't argue like this with anyone but you | |
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| sXm | May 26 2010, 03:59 PM Post #48 |
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Life is how you make it.
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Nodding his head gently at the information Dr. Quinlan gave to him about the amount of shots he should take and when to take them, he turned back towards Samuel with a small smile. His pain can go away easily, and it’s free. Seeing Samuel turning away from him to go on and dry himself, his eyes widened immediately as he watched him fall. If this was in any other circumstance, Darwin would have laughed at his clumsiness out loud with no shame, but this time he only gave a small chuckle before hearing Samuel curse…ah, he really is in pain. “Samuel,” Darwin said softly as he watched Dr. Quinlan try and interact with his injured buddy. “Dude, he is trying to help you.” Biting his lower lip, Darwin’s eyes looked towards Dr. Quinlan when he looked up at him. “Room 202?” There was someone else here? Nodding gently, he only looked at Samuel for a second to see him shaking his head. His first thought was that Samuel wanted him to stay but the thought of him in pain overcame his previous thought. He needed help. “Alright, I’ll go. Take care of Samuel.” Turning around, he rocked his neck side to side, relieving the cramps that were beginning to build slightly. With a fast paced jog, he glanced back towards Dr. Quinlan and Samuel one more time before turning a corner. Room 189, room 190, room 191...taking another turn, his eyes only stayed on the walls, not what’s in front of him or anything around him. His mind was only set on to find that man that could help Samuel, nothing else, not even the chilling walking ghosts that followed him, or how dirty the hospital is the further he deepens himself within its walls. Not soon after that turn, he stood in front of room 202. Looking down from the numbers he looked into the room. “Hello?” Stepping inside, he glanced around in search for the man Dr. Quinlan spoke of. “Is anyone in here?” It was quiet dusty, but the room appeared as though it was just recently been used. Experimental tubes filled with strange liquid rested on some of the counter tops. Is this the right room? Raising a brow at his surroundings, he turned his heels and popped his head out the door just to check if this was in fact room 202...indeed it was. |
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