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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 20:23:06 GMT -5
"Even though right now, you going into a coma will make me happier than anything--no. Also, if it's that small that you risk losing it, that's something you need to talk to the plastic surgeon about and not me." he said, fixing the male with his gaze. "Use the pan or piss yourself." he said bluntly, looking over the chart.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 20:37:47 GMT -5
"For fuck's sake he can hear you!" Morgen cried, cupping his crotch. "He didn't mean it, honestly. Some doctors are just jealous." He cooed to his cock, glaring at the doctor as his blander was about ti explode.
"Fine! I'll use the damn pan, but you have to leave. I can't piss when people are lookin'." He said with a sniff.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 20:42:53 GMT -5
Kirle rolled his eyes and left the room. Stupid kids.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 20:47:43 GMT -5
Morgan didn't think he was stupid, but he didn't sigh happily as he relieved himself in the bed pan. Ew, he thought, but, oh well. Nothing he could do about it. Now, it was time to wait and be bored. Maybe he'd pee on the doctor next time he saw him. Morgan chuckled evilly at the thought.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 20:55:54 GMT -5
And the kid would find himself minus a cock. Farrah came in some time later to check on him, having a nurse redress his wounds.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 21:01:06 GMT -5
That process made Morgan turn green and his had to close his eyes as he felt nauseous. He didn't mind blood and wounds, but seeing it on himself was a little scary. So, trying to distract himself, focusing on the doctor as he realized the prick was kind of good looking...in a sterile kind of way.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 21:09:46 GMT -5
Kirle finished the chart, placing the cumbersome thing down and sighing running a hand through his bound shoulder length black hair. He looked at Morgan, raising an eyebrow. "So, seeing as you are well enough to talk, do you mind telling me how you ended up in this mess?"
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 21:24:04 GMT -5
Morgan glared at the doctor. "Er...stake out. I got a little...over excited." He said in embarrassment. "A friend when in first and when he didn't come out I got pissed." he shrugged as if that was they end of it, though it really didn't explain anything.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 21:28:22 GMT -5
"So you ran into a potentially hostile enviornment, expecting not to get shot?" Kirle asked, looking at the male like he was as dumb as a rock. Kirle just shook his head before he pushed off of the wall. "And your name is Morgan..." he trailed off for the male's last name.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 21:40:12 GMT -5
"Yeah it's Morgan." Morgan snarled, not giving his last name. Damn doctor could look it up himself. "And I wasn't about to let one of my buddies die, okay? And how was I supposed to know there were more than two guys in there. God, just shut up." He pouted.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 21:47:59 GMT -5
Kirle raised a dark brow, before shaking his head. "Sure." He said before heading from the room, just in time to catch a little silver haired boy.
"Ah! Who's that?!" came the little boys cry. "Farrah?" asked the pretty little thing.
"Rykan, what are you doing up here? I've already told you not to play around in here. I'm going to call Ji--"
"No don't please! I'm blind, have a heart! I can't find Darren." he pouted. Farrah hefted the eight year old up, before pulling his AI from his belt. "Be on the look out for two small children running about here. Send them to me when you find them."
"I smell pee. It's gross." Rykan said, head swiveling about. Farrah rolled his eyes. "Yeah, the thing that made it is gross too. You should be glad you can't see it." he cooed before carrying the boy away from the room and to his office.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 23:10:47 GMT -5
"I fucking heard that you insensitive clod!" Morgan shrieked. "And if someone hadn't drilled a hole in my head I could make it do the goddamned bathroom!!" The police offer crossed his arms and stuck out his lower lip in anger.
A child was brought to Kirle, but it wasn't the two the male was probably expecting. The child was much too young and he hand a thumb in his mouth and he held onto a giant bouqet of flowers like it was a teddy bear.
"Is this who you wanted?" A nurse asked, ushering the wide-eyed five year old in.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 23:17:10 GMT -5
"No, you'd be DEAD, dumbass." Kirle shot over his shoulder as he led Rykan away. Farrah blinked at the cute kid, before looking at him. "Hello, who are you?" he asked the little boy.
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Post by clementine on Jan 17, 2010 23:37:14 GMT -5
"I want to see Morgan." The child peeped, waving the flowers. "The man at the desk told me no." Oliver pouted.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 17, 2010 23:42:09 GMT -5
"Who exactly are you, dearheart?" Farrah asked the child, kneeling down to look at him. "Is he your dad? Brother?"
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