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Witch
HUMAN
29 years old
DOCTOR
played by BLUEBEAR
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Post by WILLIAM HURST on Feb 26, 2015 1:38:38 GMT
His fingers were brought under a light, basking them in an artificial orange glow, accentuating the pigments of the now ruggedly faded, discoloured blood, which were separated from the thin contours of his skin with thin, sticky gloves. He had lamps of all different shapes, colours, heights and sizes seemingly decorating the sides of the patient's bed, who was still, now breathing in and out comfortably with a towel covering his eyes.
The sun was hiding away when the boy had arrived, but now night was heavy. He took utmost care trying to fix every wound up, from the head to the neck to the broken arm and the almost broken ribs and more damage to his feet. Peeling off his blood stained gloves, he laid them like flowers on a grave on top of the boy's eyes, now just as carefully switching every lamp off anti clockwise.
The room was now completely dark, the stars littered the night sky, gone unnoticed. Will's eyes were now drooping, his fatigue now leading him to the boy's calves, lying on them to take a brief nap before sunrise.
ISAIAH
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Champion
human
18 years old
bodyguard
played by mari
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you ask me if i do this every day i said often
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Post by ISAIAH on Mar 1, 2015 1:25:35 GMT
he aches, even when unconscious. his eyes are closed and things are slow and fuzzy, even the pressing throbs on his wounds. he even feels the weight pressing on his legs, stirs when his feet go numb and prickly.
he's both annoyed and not at all surprised that the doctor is laying on his legs. he tries to shift his feet, but on discovering that that hurts, he keeps still. "doc. hey, get off." and he wiggles any part of his body that doesn't hurt, which are few places at all.
WILLIAM HURST
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Witch
HUMAN
29 years old
DOCTOR
played by BLUEBEAR
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Post by WILLIAM HURST on Mar 3, 2015 21:36:59 GMT
he would be lying if he said that he had a chance for a nap, but instead of fawning over it, will turns his position so he could look at the ceiling instead like a freshly made pancake sizzling happily in a pan. he wiggles around in the same position for extra effect like a chuffed duck that got the hang of swimming before the other weaklings. (ducklings, yes, ducklings.)
"do you know," he speaks to the rhythm of his repeated movements. "what the consequences of smoking are?"
im sorry ISAIAH
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