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Post by Marcy on Sept 23, 2009 1:43:23 GMT
Marcy sighs as she lays back on her bed, wearing a t-shirt as a night shirt and nothing else, seriously drained. She spent an HOUR translating what Oz and the doctors said to the patients today for the trials of the latest "cure". Then she spent three or four hours trying to calm down the patients that had gotten worse. On top of THAT, she's spent the past several days weaving a delicate web of love and lust for her around Oz while playing her usual role of hard-to-get. She is now drained of energy, ready to fall asleep in an instant. She huffs when someone knocks on her door. "It's open," she calls, not bothering to sit up or pull on a housecoat. Whoever it is can get a face full of her privates for all she cares at the moment.
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Post by Rico Attendant Darky on Sept 23, 2009 2:11:41 GMT
Oz opened the door and glanced at her not really caring for her state of undress, he'd seen parts of the human body he never wanted, to him privates weren't quite so private any more. He could smell the sickly sweet scent from the corridor and wasn't really sure why he was even here. As he watched her his eyes filled with something which was far from lust, no, it was something much more, primal, but easily mistaken for lust.
"Thought I'd thank you for all your help today." he smirked as he walked closer to her, feeling his throat throbbing, he was so thirsty... "Have you any water?" he asked glancing towards her sink not caring how clean the pipes were as he rubbed the front of his neck and shrugged giving her a vague smile "I think it's working, I've stop sneezing" he smiled wrapping his clothes closer to him, his figure trembling under it a little.
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Post by Marcy on Sept 23, 2009 2:21:03 GMT
Marcy feels her eyes widen slightly at the feeling she gets from him. She gets up and walks to his side. She puts a hand on his forehead and jerks it away at the chill. "Um, Oz, you better get tested again," she says softly. "I'm hoping i'm wrong, but i think your thirsty for something OTHER than water." She narrows her eyes. Then she pulls out a nail file and slashes a small cut on her wrist. She's doing this to test her theory. She frowns as his eyes zero in on the blood and that feeling increases dramatically. "You seriously need to get tested."
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Post by Rico Attendant Darky on Sept 23, 2009 2:40:42 GMT
The closer she came the stronger the smell became, but it was nice, he liked it, maybe too much. Oz pulled back as she moved to touch his forehead and watched her jerk away as he rubbed his arms in hope of gaining some warmth.
"Don't be mad, I'm feeling better than I've felt all week!" He grinned shaking his head and went over to her sink and downed a glass of water and smirked at her "See much better." he lied, not wanting to admit it, not willing to admit it. He was the head doctor, he can't be worse, he just can't be, he has to be better...it's Oz for fuck sake! Oz can't die and he's already too mad to get it...right?
"What are you doing?" he asked, albeit a little horsely as she cut her wrist and just watched it, as it seeped into her skin, the smell overpowering the room, he could feel his mouth water...fuck...
His gaze snapped back to her gaze and shook his head giving her a lame excuse for a smile "No, no I don't really I feel great." he smirked before he could smell the blood hardening...He wanted to scrape the scab off of her, he wanted it so badly it burned...
He didn't even hear the sound of the glass shattering in his hand, or feel the glass as it dripped onto the carpet. Oz had her in a flash, he was holding to the wall, his cut hand pressed to her throat, unconsciously holding his hand in such a way that no glass cut her, not for her well being but to stop him cutting himself worse. Had he held her wrist any tighter it would have snapped between his fingers.
Oz suddenly felt the sharp pain snapping up his arm an instant later and let of her and backed away from her looking at his hand. "Shit!" he hissed going over to the sink to rinse it off just wanting the glass out. He looked back at her almost pleading "Don't...you can't tell anyone, please." damn, he was starting to feel he had just too many secrets dotted around the place
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Post by Marcy on Sept 23, 2009 3:00:02 GMT
Marcy cries out as he shoves her into the wall and watches in horror as he stares at the blood on her wrist. This has to stop now! She stabs her nail file into his arm, just to give him something else to think about besides the blood. He reels back and begs her not to tell anyone as he washes his cut hand. She watches him with wide eyes. "Lucia should know," she whispers to his begging. "But you should be the one to tell her," she concedes. she pulls out a spray bottle of peroxide and sprays her wrist, then puts a bandage over it. She then, carefully, moves closer to him and lays her uninjured hand on his shoulder, sending calming vibes into the scared man. "Just be careful. If you can lose control with just a few drops of open-air blood, there's no telling what could happen at the lab."
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Post by Oz Bellamy on Sept 23, 2009 3:24:40 GMT
"Mother fucker!" Oz growled holding the damage she did to his arm, though could understand why she did it, didn't make it hurt any less though "Fuck"
"I can't..." Oz muttered shaking his head, he couldn't loose this job! Fuck, who else would employ a fucking escaped convict, even if he didn't tell people this he needed Lucia on his good side. He couldn't be one of they're god damn test subjects! He'd seen what they do to those people, no care, no consideration, because if you remember that they're people it will compromise your work...
"Thank you..." he muttered as she said he should be the one to tell her, and he was in no way about to do that, he was so fucked if he lost this job, not to mention he wasn't the head doctor at this age for nothing, who else could, or would do this job? No, he needed to work damn it! "I'll find an excuse to stay out of it..." he frowned looking at his hand, wincing as he picked the glass out of it before putting his hand to his mouth, licking off the blood, closing his eyes tight at the soothing sweet taste of it...
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Post by Marcy on Sept 23, 2009 3:32:18 GMT
Out of instinct, Marcy hugs him. "I don't know what this disease is like, but from what i've seen, it is harsh on all who get it," she says softly, smiling at him. "I'm sure you'll find a cure for it," she says. "I'm sorry about stabbing you like that, but i didn't want you to hate yourself for drinking my blood." She watches as he licks the blood off his fingers. She sighs as she feels his enjoyment of the taste. "Don't let anyone see you do that, okay? They might figure it out." she pauses, then decides to tell the man bluntly her feelings for him; she buries her face in his chest, still hugging him. She breathes in his cologne, memorizing it. "I hate to admit this, but i think i'm in love with you," she mutters into his chest, hoping he doesn't understand it.
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Post by Oz Bellamy on Sept 23, 2009 3:50:13 GMT
Oz jumps a little as she hugged him and raised an eyebrow at her but thought nothing of it really as he held his bleeding hand away from her "Yeah but I need to work to have this shit cured." he sighed shaking his head, god only knew how long he had left to still be him...a month, a week, a day? shit...
"Yeah, my feelings towards myself are the least of your concern." he frowned then just shook his head and sighed lowering his hand, some blood brightening his bottom lip as he smirked "No shit Sherlock, I'm not an idiot, even if I have just become a threat"
Oz heard her as she mumbled into his chest. He liked her sure, but love...fuck they'd known each other what? a week? that and he'd dread to know what Dyr would do to him if he cheated again. Oz had just too much on his plate with being sick and blood and patient after patient, he didn't know how he felt about anything right then other then worried and pissed off. In truth he needed not to hear her right then, he just couldn't handle it right than. What was with all these women being infatuated with him anyway?!
Oz pushed her off of him a bit "Look I-" he was cut off by a loud popping sound and he was suddenly on the other side of the room standing on the bed looking a little confused "Shit sorry." he said hopping off the bed having accidentally teleported himself across the room, damn this loosing control of your abilities business was going to take some getting used to
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Post by Marcy on Sept 23, 2009 4:05:09 GMT
Marcy blushes brightly, realizing, from the way his emotions play out, that he did, indeed hear that she was in love with the man. Suddenly, she almost topples over before she catches her balance again when he randomly teleports across the room to stand on her bed. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "I didn't mean to put that out there like that," she responds to his confused look. She suppresses a sigh and looks away from him. "I know you're with Dyr, and i'm glad you have someone you care for and who cares for you like that. I shouldn't have said what i did." she sighs again, feeling rejection twist her stomach. But she's used to rejection. She's never even had friends, let alone someone she has such strong emotions for. She doesn't realize that her feeling of rejection has seeped out to him through her empathic powers. She forces a smile and looks at him. "Just be careful; Dyr probably wouldn't be happy if she finds out you are such a high level infected," she says.
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Post by Rico Attendant Darky on Sept 23, 2009 4:32:44 GMT
Oz shook his head and messed up the back of his hair, a slight nervous trait of his as he shook his head "It's...it's fine" he shrugged "Shit happens but...I just can't deal with...any of that sort of stuff right now..." he frowned "Just badly timed you know?" he sighed shaking his head he wasn't confused about what had happened with her, he'd just not been aware where he'd teleported to for a few moments, and it always left him with a weird feeling, not always pleasant...
"How did you know about Dyr?" he frowned, fuck, a lot of people knew about it for a secret "Me and Dyr aren't anything serious but, it's simple, and I really need simple right now" He sighed shaking his head and smiled at her a little "I'm expecting her to dump me on the spot" he sighed and wrapped an arm around her a little "We're okay right?" he smiled before stepping away from her
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Post by Marcy on Sept 23, 2009 18:55:50 GMT
Marcy hides a smile with her hand when he asks how she knew about Dyr. "Empath, remember?" she teases, motioning to herself exaggeratedly. "Besides, I'd be surprised if Lucia doesn't know about you and Dyr. Pretty much all the staff does, and half the patients do as well." She frowns at him when he says 'simple'. "It's not as simple as you think, for her at least," she responds softly. She shakes her head when he tells her he expects Dyr to dump him if she ever finds out he's a high level. "Perhaps, perhaps not," she says. She nods with a slight smile when he asks if they're okay. "We're fine. I won't force myself on you," she says softly. "Just let me know, and i'll be there whenever you need someone to talk to or something."
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Post by Oz Bellamy on Sept 23, 2009 21:43:06 GMT
"Ah yes." Oz shrugged and smirked "Yeah but I don't think we'll be going much longer we're suffering a little, um, hiccup." he shrugged not really caring any more, Oz was never exactly the more caring person, yeah he cared about not dying but other than that he tried not to give a fuck about anything "Okay I get the idea, I'm not great with secrets" Oz laughed rolling his eyes and shrugged as she said it wasn't simple for Dyr "That's her problem."
"Thanks." he smiled at her "Anyway I'm going to try to get some sleep I'll see you around."
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Post by Sari on Sept 23, 2009 22:10:48 GMT
"Just a sec," Marcy says, then she places a hand on his forehead. Then she calms down his nerves so much that he almost falls asleep standing there. "Just to help you sleep," she says with a grin. "Sweet dreams, Oz," she says as he leaves the room. She smiles when he waves over his shoulder. Yeah, the guy's easy to love, especially when he's not being caught up in nerves.
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