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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2012 0:13:47 GMT -5
Isaac shuddered as a chill passed through him, and gingerly pressed his fingers into his temples to try and calm the roaring headache he knew would be coming soon. Damnit, the days before and after shifting were always utter hell; had he really expected this time to be any different?
He shook his head ever so slightly, not closing his eyes but slightly more at ease with Ivey there. Almost...calm. With time, if he ever saw her again, he could grow to trust her.
No. Trust her he might, but he wouldn't allow himself to put her in harm's way. Even having acquaintances had their risks, and he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to expose people to them ever again. It had been so long since he'd had friends, he was beginning to forget what it felt like.
But that was the path he was set upon, was it not? It may not have been his choice, but his feet were set in stone anyways. Friends were a luxury he could not afford; something he did not want to risk. He didn't even sign his own name on his books, and he used fake names when ordering in cafes and restaurants should his be required. Lies, albeit lies that were for the good of others, but lies nonetheless, glided over his tongue effortlessly like honey after years of practice. It wasn't a good trait, he knew that much, but it was necessary.
Necessary.
He hated the word; it spoke of the lack of choice and freedom. And as someone who had certain aspects of both ripped from him, he knew the importance of them better than most.
Struggling to sit up, he worked to regain his balance. He needed to get back and make sure that Brendan had not done anything too out of line in his absence. Though common sense told him that everything was fine, instinct told him that Brendan was far too riled up that night and they were still far too close to the town when they had shifted.
"I need to go," he told her, his voice breathless and coming out as a pant. His body hurt as he tried to maneuver himself. He was in no condition to move, he knew that, but he couldn't waste time. He needed to get to Brendan before hunters or aurors or, god forbid, human police officers did.
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Post by kat44 on Mar 21, 2012 20:04:22 GMT -5
The silence coming from her patient made Ivey nervous. He was thinking, and generally when a troubled patient is silent, thoughts aren’t usually on the good side. Isaac looked calm, but he was obviously thinking, his mind not yet at ease with whatever he had brought to mind.
Ivey had had more than one unfortunate incident with a troubled patient through the years at St. Mungo’s, and not one of them had been enjoyable for either party. Both Healers and Patients had been upset after whatever issue was confronted. Hopefully, and oh did Ivey hope, Isaac wouldn’t attempt anything stupid.
The thought came too soon, for within seconds of her closing her eyes and wishing there came a sound from the bed. Ivey glanced down and her eyes widened once more. Isaac was trying to get out of bed again. “You can’t leave!” she exclaimed anxiously, he wasn’t healed and with just one wrong move he would be bleeding all over the place again.
There was a look in Isaac’s eyes, a look that Ivey had seen before, it was a look that meant he wasn’t giving up. Reaching out, she grabbed his shoulders gently as she had before, pushing lightly to try to get him to lie down again. “Lie down Isaac, you’ll hurt yourself if you move much more.” Being his Healer, Ivey wasn’t just going to let her patient just waltz out of St. Mungo’s as if nothing had happened. If necessary, she was going to follow him – that was a worst case scenario, and she would only do so if unable to call for security. Not that the security at St. Mungo’s was very good, but they were better than nothing.
Luckily for both herself and her patient, Ivey was a witch as well as a Healer and she would be able to follow the man wherever he went (as long as she was fast enough).
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2012 23:49:57 GMT -5
Isaac huffed out a breath as he let himself fall back against the bed--she was right; he already ached from just the faint amount of movement--but couldn't help the fright from passing quickly over his features as she got close to him. He didn't know whether or not she could smell the wolf-scent on him--though he guessed that she couldn't if she hadn't already. Still, he never had been one for close contact since he had been changed, and now was no exception. He just didn't want to hurt anyone.
"I have to leave," he told her, quieter this time. His eyes flickered nervously towards the door, though he knew that he was in no danger here. Rational thought was finally beginning to process in his mind, and he was more than thankful for it.
Perhaps it would be better if they did apprehend Brendan. The thought of creating a pack was absurd, and incredibly dangerous. With that many werewolves united together at one time, restraining them should anything happen would be very difficult, if not impossible for those without the proper abilities. Isaac had tried to warn Brendan of that, of just what exactly could happen should he go through with his plan, but as per usual he had been pleading with deaf ears. Brendan's ideas would not be swayed, and no matter much much Isaac had used logic against him he held strong.
"Bad...things could happen," he argued weakly. He knew that he had little to no chance of getting out without a legitimate reason--though he didn't have much more getting out at all--but it was the best that he could offer. Nevermind that he most likely couldn't even do so much as walk--he was more than aware that he needed to rest, but he was itching beneath his skin to get out and make sure everything was still okay.
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Post by kat44 on Mar 23, 2012 8:50:07 GMT -5
She had scared him, and for that she felt bad – the fright that crossed his features made her own heart squeeze. But with a visible effort Ivey pushed her compassion away and toughened up, if push came to shove she was the one with the authority in this situation. Ivey had the ability to call security, pull out her wand, and do whatever she felt was right for the safety of her patient.
Whereas Isaac’s wand was neatly placed on top of a pile of new clothes for her patient on the other end of the room, Ivey had hers in her pocket.
“I’m not going to let you leave until you have proven that you are fully capable of being rational and careful. Right now neither requirement seems to be within reach for you. I’m sorry.” And Ivey truly was sorry, there was nothing Ivey wanted more than for her patients to all leave St. Mungo’s as soon as they were able, wanting them to go back to their lives. However, she wanted them to do so in a fashion that wouldn’t kill them along the way.
“Bad things happen all the time, and your excuse for being unable to help will have to be that a Healer kept you back.” Alright, so Ivey had switched tactics from sweet and helpful (her usual nature) to a slightly pessimistic, forceful personality (something her mind was rebelling against). But no matter how much her mind was telling her that being tough wasn’t going to do anything, she hoped that the different tactic would shove some sense into the damned man’s head. If Isaac went anywhere with injuries as severe as they were, there was a high probability of him dying, and Ivey was not going to allow that to happen. Never.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2012 18:56:18 GMT -5
Isaac felt bad that he was frustrating Ivey so much--he could feel it rolling off of her in waves, and the conflict flashing in her eyes didn't escape his gaze. I did this to her, Isaac thought. He hated being the source of other people's discomfort, and for someone like Ivey, who was only trying to help, it was that much worse.
With a submissive nod of his head and without meeting her gaze--the second being a trait that he knew was not human in the least; but one he couldn't help--Isaac settled back down on to the bed once more. He'd rest, if it would put Ivey at some peace of mind and himself at some fighting chance of getting the hell out of here.
Here. That reeked of disinfectant and screamed of capture.
But he'd put that aside, and he'd make an honest attempt at getting better. It was the least he could do.
"Okay," he murmured to her, tilting his head slightly to one side of the pillow in an attempt to get a little bit more comfortable. "Whatever you say." He was feeling drowsy anyways, but he wouldn't allow himself rest until he was alone once more.
ooc; short post i'm sorry dfsdfwerjodfsdf is this like the end of the thread?
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