Night Shift

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((XD too good to pass up huh? rofl, I wanted to so I had to mntion it XD eheheh))

<sub>Jaylen heard him say something and turned to look at his back. He said he wasn't speaking to her again and she raised an eyebrow at him. Where all peddy's freaks like this? She looked down, legs rocking forward and backward. He came towards her finally and she looked at the needle and thread. He asked again if she was alright and she nodded quickly, blushing and looking down. Oh she HAD to know!!! But what if he was a registered pedo? What if he decided she knew too much and tried to kill her?!?! Pshhh f.uck that, she'd blow the guy out of his shoes... er...wait... well, at least she hadn't said that out loud. Thank God. He sat down in front of her, taking her hand lightly and saying something that made her smile. Her lips twitched, trying to get rid of the smile. A few seconds later she got the damned grin off her face.

Heh heh, the pedo had said something dirty. That wasn’t funny! Shut up Jaylen! Her mind bickered with herself as she felt the weird pressure on her hand as he sewed her up. She didn’t look, or think about it, just held her hand out, inhaling, exhaling, slowly, breasts rising and falling slowly in a tempting tantalizing way…. Sloooowly. Rise… Fall… Inflate… Deflate… She was feeling better at least, looking back to the doctor and smiling lightly at her hand. OMG a pedophile was touching her hand! Could she catch some sort of pedo sickness from that? She waited for the last stitch and then dropped the bomb.

”Are you a pedophile?!?!?”

Her eyes burned into his seriously, face curious. She didn’t know and she wanted to know! He was done with her hand now, if she had to explode his ass she could do it! She didn’t mind blowing up a doctor. He’d never know what hit him. He couldn’t try to kill her, she could run.</sub>

["Parker!"]

Okay. So atleast she was better acting. He worked carefully but quickly on her hand. He could see her urgancy to get out. Hospitals were a bit scary for some... He'd always loved it though... He tilted his head to get a better view of her hand, inspecting it lightly. Okay... Hmmm. He pondered of where to stitch next and how he would end it. It was silent, but it was alot better than talking... He felt this girl didn't really like him. He didn't mind-- but usually people were nice to people who were nice to them... Did that make sence. He was cut off at his thought by her blurting out. At first he didn't understand... he just looked blankly up at her. Then he registered.

Pedophile....? Ped...o..phile..? His eyes stared blank at her's for a momment. Wait... the child..molsesters? The voice in his head too had been caught off guard- for he was silent too. Finally he sputtered out something,

"Um... E-exscuse me...?"

He stammered looking at her dumbfounded. Did she really just ask if he was a child molester.... DID HE LOOK LIKE A CHILD MOLESTER. His hands were still on her's and he slowly let go of her feeling odd. Quickly then he responded an answer,

"No. I'm, uh, not."

The doctor looked at her like she was crazy for a momment before his face became almost defensive. Why had she asked that?! Did he really look like one? He frowned,

"Why?"

He asked curiously, feeling a bit offended.

'I told you....she's crazy.'

[XDDDD]

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<sub>Jaylen watched, eyes wide with expectation. He looked blank. Shocked? Stunned? Angry? C'mon! Give her something! Some sort of reaction that would tell her something! She waited. He continued to be stunned, looking at her. He stuttered, giving up a few short answers. No, he wasn't a pedophile. Why? She watched him, wondering if he was lying. She eyed him suspiciously up and down, looking at the door and wondering if anyone was listening. She leaned forward, cradling her hand carefully near her chest. She leaned back, thinking maybe he was telling the truth. But could that really mean he was her second option? Gay? She looked him up and down again, looking a bit confused.

”So you’re gay then? Huh… I know a gay guy. You just don’t look like the type though. Are you sure you’re not a pedo? I actually think that would be more believable.”

She sat back, observing him. Her low cut shirt exposing almost too much for decency. And it just so happened…she was not a D… just… a double D… That’s all.</sub>

["Parker!"]

'She's kidding right...?'

"No."

Dr. Greig gave a raised brow, his mouth slightly opened. Gay. GAY?! He shook his head as she started to even speak of it. When she finished he instantly spoke, still shaking his head laughing slightly shaky,

"No, no, no... I'm..I'm not gay. Or a...a.. pedophile..."

He shook his head furrowing his brows, losting slight concentraition as she took her hand to her chest. Woah. Boobs... Um---- HAND! Yes, the hand that was not finished. His eyes looked to her hand, then to her eyes.

"Where are you...why...are you asking this?"

He asked, exasperated. DID HE LOOK GAY? He furrowed his brows, having the urge to take her hand and finish it before she ruined her stitches. He sat back in his chair lightly, still dazed his eyes looking up to hers.


[xDD haha 'woah...boobs' XDD]

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((XD))

<sub>Jaylen watched him, getting frustrated as he denied being gay or a pedophile. She glared at him, standing up and putting her hands on her hips before gasping and bringing up her stitched hand to her chest again. She was angry. She watched him, seemingly pissed off and offended at the same time. A very easy thing to be. She held down sparks from sizzling in the air but unfortunately the stitches set on fire form how hot she was. She didn't care, the stitches burning away into nothingness. Those rainbow shattered eyes stared down at him in his chair, her breasts bouncing slightly as she stood and took a breath.

"Well what IS it then!!! This entire time I haven't seen you look ONCE! The only people who wouldn't look are GAYS, PEDOPHILES, OR CRAZY PEOPLE! EVERYONE LOOKS! EVEN GIRLS LOOK JUST SO THEY CAN THINK 'GAWD, HOW CAN SHE STAND GOING AROUND LIKE THAT? YOU DIDN'T CHECK ME OUT ONCE!!!"

The air sparked a little around her, crackles of fireworks a foot away from her on her left side. They were white, but another on her left were a threatening red color. Hot damn was she pissed. Literally. HOT damn.</sub>

["Parker!"]

The doctor watched her curiously... now becoming a bit cautious as she looked...angry. Uh oh. The doctor leaned back in his chair watching her... erupt. She started to yell, saying stuff like 'would't look'. Wouldn't look-- what the?

'DUDE-- SHE'S MAD BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T LOOK AT HER TITS!!'

David widened his eyes. His face was blank, though his eyes were a little wide from getting yelled at because he wouldn't...wouldn't look at ..her. Okay wait, something was wrong here. Weren't guys that looked got in trouble..? The doctor watched her fume with snaps of fireworks. He just sat there for a momment...staring. No not at her breasts! Her eyes, like always. He kept the momments lingering before he blinked and spoke up,

"Uh...um... uhuh... what?"

He raised a brow at her. She was crazy, was she not? He started at her as if she was an animal for a momment before blinking again and speaking more clearly,

"And uh... why are you mad again?"

He asked with a confused look. This girl was...weird.

[xD meh poor babeh]

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((OMFG XD ))

<sub>Jaylen stood a moment, face going less pissed off, almost blank but still frustrated and confused. What the hell was wrong with this guy? He was totally gay. OMG HE WAS A GAY PEDOPHILE!!! THAT HAD TO BE IT!!! She looked like she was coming to an unsure conclusion. She looked at him again.

"So... you're a gay... pedophile?"

She lifted her eyebrow, then looked slightly confused but not angry. Was that possible? She focused back on him so suddenly in was like an eagle locking onto him, an bird of prey. She took her stitched hand, curling the numb fingers into a loose fist with one finger pointing at him. She bent forward so she was eye level, breasts nearly plummeting dangerously from her shirt. It was an EXCELLENT view!!! She pointed at him.

"I dunno what you're deal is but you have to be something or you would have looked a MILLION times by now. WHY AREN'T YOU LOOKING AT MY BOOBS?!?!? Are they too big? Too small? do you think they're lopsided or something? Do girls freak you out? Do you go for flat chests? WHY WONT YOU LOOK AT ME? Everyone looks at me!"

The thing he could fathom most was that there was someone not gay or a pedophile or a gay pedophile who wouldn't look at her boobs. Or her bottom. Or anything about her. At least stare for a few seconds at her hair in utter amazement. He took it all calmly. There was NO SUCH THING as a gentlemen in the world. So what was wrong with him?</sub>

["Parker!"]

The doctor was again taken back by the fowarness of the woman. This was rediculous. A gay pedophile? He opened his mouth to speak but as she leaned down- obviously trying to get him to look he turned his head away, his face hard as she was yelling at him. Why wouldn't he look? It was wrong-- he was a DOCTOR! It was unprofessional and it could get him fired! As she finished her yelling, his neck started to hurt from looking so much to the side. He stood up, his body tense,

"Exscuse me, I think that's enough."

He growled at her almost threatingly, but kept calm as he took his lab coat and slipped it on. He turned on his heels looking at her straight in the eye. His expression was hard, though his voice was light and stern,

"One. I am not gay. I am not a pedophile. I am not a mixture of both. Thank you. Two. If you don't stop harrasing me about your breasts and let me finish working on your hand I'm going to have to kick you out of the hospital and leave you on the street with a open wound. Mmkay?"

'You discust me, David.'

"Shut.Up.Daniel."

The doctor let his eyes look to the ceiling in no paticular area. His words were dark, but spoken aloud. He sighed not hearing another word from the voice, he looked to the rainbow freak,

"May I please continue?"


[this poor guy]

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<sub>Jaylen watched as he turned his head to the side. She felt like it was a slap to the face. She gasped, straightening. How COULD he?!?! She stood open mouthed and angry as he stood, getting his lab coat on and saying she was harassing him. She stood tall though, looking like if she could stab him with her eyes she would. He was saying she was harassing him. She raised an eyebrow. Oh really now. Fine. Gay pedophile I-wont-admit-to-anything freak. She put her hands at her sides and spoke.

"Fffffine. Then I'm leaving. Didn't want needles in my hand anyway... I'll be fine on my own."

There was emphasis on the word and she marched towards the door. or...would have marched, if she hadn't gotten dizzy from all the bloodloss and staggered, open bloody hand trying to grab the wall as she fell to her knees. Aww crap. He exit was ruined. She swayed, trying to get up and falling down again. Son uvah... she got dizzy again, leaning heavily on her free non bleeding hand. The stitches had burned away when she got angry. She wished they'd have been fireproof.

"Mmmmfffblmmm..."

Her head lolled a moment and things got clearer. Damn. She didn't think she'd be walking out o here right now. WELL CRAP!</sub>

["Parker!"]

Foolish. The doctor looked at her with a flat face, his eyes hard. She was going to leave with an open would in her hand? Thats just screaming for infection! He heistated to stop her, but then turned around,

"Suit yourself."

He mummbled. He had an urge to stop her-- but he didn't have the power to do that. He could reason-- but he didn't feel like messing with this gal anymore. He kept his back turned to clean his materials. He had been listening to her footsteps befre they stopped. Then... a thud. What the--? The male turned around only to see the girl sprawled on her knees. Um. He could tell by her face that she was weak of blood loss. She was looking a little pale. He sighed and started to walk foward, out to help her.

He kneeled down beside her, inspecing her face before he started to help her up. Automatically he knew she would not be able to carry her own weight. He hesiated before he manuvered her in his arms as he started to carry her in the wedding style carry. He stood back up, having the weakened girl in his arms. He pushed the door open (swinging door xD) and stepped into the hallway.

"Nurse?"

He called aloud as a nurse immediatly looked over her computer screen. She gasped at the sight--

"Oh my, what happened?"

The male kept a flat face, not very friendly anymore.

"Where's the closest empty room?"

The woman spoke quickly,

"116."

He nodded as he glanced back down to the woman and walking briskly keeping her strong in his arms.

The room came by quickly, he skillfully lowered gently taking a hand and turning the knob before kicking the door open. He wedged himself and the woman into the doorway. The room was dark, the curtians closed. He placed her on the bed, taking her hand, very delicatly, no major damage-- wait--her stiches were gone! He furrowed his brows before sighing and plopping himself in a chair next to her bed putting his hand up to his face rubbing his temples in silence. What to do...

[rawr-- cute <3]

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<sub>Jaylen felt arms around her and he closed her eyes, not wanting to know who's arms she was in but knowing anyway. She hoped she wasn't hot. She didn't want to burn him. She heard voices. She tried to say no, he didn't have to, she was being a b.itch. She was sorry. She wanted him to know she was sorry before she died. She was sure this is what dying was like. Slowly everything was going away and she didn't want them to go but she knew they were. She managed to mumble something. She wasn't exactly sure what it was but it sounded like 'mum serry...' Her brows furrowed. Damn. She couldn’t have made her exit before she died? How lame. She opened her eyes, looking around and finding everything dark. Oh no. She was already dead. The arms were putting her down now and she tried to hold onto them.

No… don’t let me go… I don’t want to die… Keep me here…I’m not ready… I never… I never found anyone…

She looked around, feeling a little bit of energy come to her. The doctor was sitting next to her, hands on his temples. Oh no… He felt bad he let her die. She felt so horrible for him. He tried, he really did, it was all her fault. She watched him, throat feeling dry. Could you’re throat be dry if you were dead? She spoke, the renewed strength letting her say something. But she was dead. Would he hear her?

”Don’t look like that… It kills me… I’m just stupid, that’s all…”

She closed her eyes, opened them again. Her hand was still numb but there was this small pain in her other hand from where she’d fallen and jarred her wrist. What? She wasn’t spose to feel pain. She mumbled outloud, holding up her hand.

”I’m not dead?”</sub>

["Parker!"]

Okay he had three options. No wait, two. He could leave and let her rest and try to sneak some hard liquor. Except that was out-- he didn't drink. So the next two were leave and let her rest. Or he could try and fix her stitches as she was becoming slowly concious again. He sat there in his chair doing non of the two. He just needed a breather. To think things out.

He didn't get much time. He was looking up at her as she had slowly started to regain a grip of reality. He let a hand scratch gently at his clean cut jaw, just watching her, pondering. Then she spoke. He looked at her blankly, then pulling a curious but dull face. What...what did that mean? He didn't respond... just watching her curiously. Then finnaly she spoke again. She was slight confused and asked if she was...dead. He broke a small, tired smile.

"Dead?... No, your not dead. Your body had a late reaction to your blood loss. Just rest for a little bit and let your body regain itself back to normal."

And you'd still wonder how he could pull of a friendly smile even after all the s.hit this girls put him though-- and what shes accused him of being! He was just that type of person. David rose from his chair and walked over to the small counter by the corner pulling out a plastic cup and filling it with the cold sink water. He carried it over to her and set it on the night stand beside her bed. Dr. Greig rubbed the back of his head for a momment before glanceing to her hand. It had slowly stopped to bleed for a little bit, but he needed to sew it up-- just in case. He turned and started walking to the door,

"I'll be right back."

The doctor mummered before walking over to the surgery room and getting his materials again. He grabbed a new needle, thread, and cleaning materials. Glanceing to the chair he had been sitting in before while being accused of a pedo and gay man. Really... did he look like one? Did he act like one? Flickering off the lights of the room he walked out pondering of the questions. He carried them over to the room opening the door.

He was scilent, a smile no longer on his face. Just more of a dazed face. He placed the matertials on the counter, his back faced to her. He stood there for a few momments, his eyes lost in thought before he turned around, hesitating then speaking aloud his voice quiet but indiffrent,

"Do I really seem like a gay pedophile?"


[haha]

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<sub>Jaylen let herself lay there, smiling slightly. She wasn't dead. She was still in the land of the living. She sighed, letting her eyes close and head loll to the side. She let herself rest. He was talking to her and that made her feel a little better. She felt so tired. Her eyes opened as he said he'd be right back and she nodded to him. He'd set something down on her bedside table and she looked at it. Water. She realized how thirsty she was, sitting up with a small bit of difficulty and getting the cup with her non bleeding hand. She sipped it down. Mmm cold. He came back and she scooted back to sit up on the bed, legs crossed and stretched out. She managed a small sort of smile, watching him a bit guiltily. She'd called him a gay pedophile. He was just... a freak, or something... He asked her and her head snapped up, eyes looking at him. She blushed, smiling and laughing embarrassedly.

"No! It's just... well. Everywhere I go people always check me out. Guys stare at my boobs all the time, I guess I noticed you were totally not looking and... I just sort of assumed... you were some type of freak. Not that gay people are freaks, my friend is gay and he's not so bad, but even he looks at my boobs sometimes. They're just... there! How could you not look? Guess I'm too use to it..."

She paused, looking up at the ceiling and crossing her hands gently over her stomach, some of the clotted blood getting on her other hand. She looked down, realizing and holding it up to look at it.

"Oh, and I kinda... burned the stitches away. When I get mad I get hot. PSHYSICALLY! Er... uhhh temperature wise! They kinda got... burned off. Do you have any sort of heatproof thread? Oh and... what is up with you? I mean I wouldn't take it offensivly. oh and...I'm...s....*exhale*... I'm...sorry. For... harassing you.... guess..."

She looked away from him, up at the ceiling again. You could tell she didn't apologize a lot, she usually just picked a fight and if she didn't beat the crap out of someone or storm off being stupid she never said anything at all. She was really trying.</sub>

["Parker!"]

The doctor analyzed her critically as he'd put his hands in his coat pockets. Freak? Well..thats...not....nice. He gave a flat face at the sort of insult-- but gradually smiled. See- he had self control! He wasn't too worried anymore about having the apperance of what she called him- he simply knew it was just a problem with her. Well maybe 'problem' was a bit harsh, but her 'situation'. He just nodded merely getting the thread and string ready... again.

He glanced back at her as she started to speak again about the thread. She had burned it off, he nodded merely murmmering,

"Yes, I realized... Um, no... we don't have any thermal thread. Not at the momment..."

Her body tempature matched the mood of her temper. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. He then shook his head at the question she asked him. He looked over his shoulder at her, studying her critically for the momment before brining the thread and needle over to her responding,

"Nothing is 'up' with me-- First off it's rude, secondly I've gotten way to many slaps in the face because of my brother who thinks if he can catch me off guard he can use the body to violate other people.-- oh and your forgiven."

While he was talking he took a seat beside her on the bed, brining her hand over to him. He positioned it on his knee for something with a hard serface. He glanced up at her for a momment, knowing that what he just said might get her interested. He then started to get to work fixing her arm up soon hearing a voice rise in his head,

'They were not slaps! Just...love taps. Geeze, get it right.'

The doctor grew a larger smile at the crude humor of his brother.

[rawr! love taps... xD]

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<sub>rainbow bursted eyes watched him with guilt, waiting as he spoke he had no thermal sort of thread. Damn, she had some at home. All her clothes had to be thermal like that or she'd have burned her clothes off SO many times in public she'd be labeled a nudist. She smiled at the thought, almost giggling. He turned and started talking again. It was rude to look. She looked down, thinking it over. Yeah, she supposed it was rude to look. She had her head tilted down, but looking up at him in a way she'd heard was a total turn on for guys. Not that she knew she was doing it, she just used that look a lot. She was oblivious to the fact she looked so sexy doing that, but in a few seconds she tilted her head up to look at him. Brother? What? Use the...Rorek... Korrex. WHAT? A flash of shocked anger flared in her, body temperature flaring and the blanket she was sitting on starting to smoke as sh was lost in thought a second. She looked down and noticed the smoke, jumping slightly and cooling off. He sat down and took her hand.

"You mean... You're brother is inside you? He's dirty?!? You two share the body?!?! You gotta be KIDDING ME!!!"

Her eyes were wide on him in disbelief and not wanting to know what she did. No .f**k**g WAY!!! FROM ALL THE DOCTORS AND MEN IN THE WORLD SHE HAD TO RUN INTO ANOTHER SPLIT ONE?!?!? SHE HAD TO FIND THE ONE OTHER GUY IN THE WORLD THAT WAS LIKE THE ONE THAT TOTALLY RUINED HER FAITH IN MEN?!?!?! NO. F.UCKING. WAY!!!</sub>