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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 27, 2010 21:37:03 GMT -5
A look of confused soon replaced her scrunched up nose, noticing that Marcus put his hand over his mouth in attempt to stop laughing. That was... odd. Had she given the impression that she was upset that he was laughing at her being frustrated? Of course she was't, but apparently in his mind he thought differently. "Why are you apologizing?" Charlie now laughed softly in response, seemingly switching places on who was laughing. "I knew why you were laughing. I don't really mind. It takes a lot to make me mad, trust me."
Her head shook once more. Nope. She hadn't remembered saying those words at all. "Even if I did, I told them it was a random attack. How did you know I wasn't talking about a random person?" Charlie questioned, tilting her head to the side curiously.
Charlie shrugged her shoulders. She hadn't really thought about it that way. Marcus was right. If she hadn't said anything back there in the operating room, he wouldn't be there talking to her at that very moment. How weird would that have been? Charlie shook the thoughts out of her head, smiling slightly at him. "So you're saying you're only here because of that? Not because you love me?" Charlie rolled her eyes at the last part, obviously kidding around with him. Hopefully Marcus understood that.
Pause. Sleeping? Charlie shuddered at the thought. She absolutely hated going to sleep with a passion - ever since she began having those nightmares about him - though she wasn't going to admit that to Marcus. "No thank you, I'll just stay awake for a bit." Charlie nodded quickly, biting her lip. "You're coming back, right?"
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Dec 27, 2010 22:41:56 GMT -5
Opening his mouth, Marcus was on the verge of trying to explain himself, but closed his lips, not wanting to embarrass himself further by making himself look even stupider. He didn't really like to appear dumb, to anyone, no matter how many times he did it, and he especially didn't want to in front of Charlie. "I don't even know." he answered, now starting to laugh again, more at himself than anything. It was way too late for this. She had made a good call on telling him to go home.
He shrugged. Honestly, it wasn't so much that she had the words "abuse victim" painted on her forehead, he just had a hunch. "It all just seemed to make sense to me," Marcus started, looking across at her. "You have a lot of bruises and scars on you, and they were all at different stages in healing. It was obvious that this kind of thing happened often. I didn't think you had random people coming out and attacking you that much, unless you're really that bad of a person. I couldn't think of anything else that would explain it. It, er, just felt like the only other option."
When he finished his explanation, he took a breath and raised a hand to tousle his hair. He could tell what she was thinking, and he found himself pondering the same thing. Not only where he would be if he didn't come and talk to her - that one was too obvious; he would be home now, and today would've been another day at the office - but also what kind of position Charlie would be in. He didn't have too much time to mull that over, though, because she'd spoken again.
"Oh, how my heart burns with the passion of a thousand suns only for you," Marcus joked back sarcastically, making his voice purposefully monotonous. He simply nodded at Charlie's answer to his question, not seeing any double meaning behind her words. As he stood and walked across the room, he stopped half way to the door and turned around to look at her. "I'll come up here and see you when I get here in the morning." He held up his little finger, indicating that he was making that a promise, before he strode out of the room.
Once out in the hallway, he started his walk to the elevators, but once again stopped in his tracks before he got too far from Charlie's room. Sneakily, he walked toward the small white board pinned on the wall right next to her door that labeled her assigned nurses and doctors. Seeing somebody had written the name of the nurse they had been gabbing about earlier, he erased it with his sleeve and instead replaced it with a nurse he preferred and knew wouldn't give Charlie that much to complain about. Marcus looked around to make sure nobody saw his little stunt before he continued walking.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 28, 2010 0:12:26 GMT -5
ooc: Want to skip to the next morning? Hm. Maybe to make it more interesting her boyfriend could be there? I'm trying to think of some ideas. x)
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Dec 28, 2010 0:17:35 GMT -5
ooc)) I was pretty much planning on setting it to the next morning in my next post. (: so that works out awesomely.
Yeah, that'd be cool, but it's whatever you wanna do.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 28, 2010 0:20:28 GMT -5
ooc: Great.
Haha, you have some say in it too! I'm working on the reply now.
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Dec 28, 2010 0:22:50 GMT -5
ooc)) True, but I hate being the one to decide things like that. I'm up for anything, though. (:
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 28, 2010 0:38:55 GMT -5
(Haha, alright.)
Once Marus had left through those doors, that was it. Everything had gone quiet except those annoying little machines beeping continously right beside her ears. That was another thing that was going to keep her up at night. Oh well - it gave her an excuse as to why she didn't sleep the night before when Marcus would arrive in the morning. Typical Charlie; always planning ahead as to why she would do certain things, just in case anyone got suspicious. It had become a daily habit, or addiction, to her over the years as it became more and more needed to keep everything under the radar. It was sad, really. But what could you do?
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Stupid clock. The sounds were becoming more obvious to her, seeming to intensify as the minutes went on. 3 o'clock in the morning and yet still no sleep. After attempts to stay awake during the night for the past three hours, it was uncontrolable that the girl had finally fallen asleep in the same position Marcus had left her in - though that didn't last long. At all. Before she knew it, Charlie found herself kicking and screaming; shooting up awake from her not-so-peaceful slumber. Fuck. What time was it? Her eyes glanced over to the clock, pantily heavily. 4 am. How lovely.
It was safe to say that after that incident that Charlie stayed awake for the rest of the night - or early morning - whichever one you wanted to call it. It wasn't until 9 am that what happened was nothing compared to what went on during the night. He, the one who had put her there in the hospital in the first place, had made his way through the hospital entrance like nothing had even happened. They had gladly let him through the doors since he was 'concerned about his girlfriend.' Yeah, as if that's why he wanted to see her.
"What the hell do you want?" Charlie muttered under her breath, wincing out as she felt a slap across her face. The curtains had been pulled shut, the door closed; they were alone. "What do you think?" Jacob tilted his head, laughing at the obvious pain she was in. This was going to be one long day.
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Dec 28, 2010 1:12:19 GMT -5
As Marcus stepped outside of the main entrance to the hospital, he was immediately hit with a blast of cold air. He shivered slightly and plowed on, and decided to hail a cab. The city was still very much alive at around midnight, especially in this part of town, it seemed. Normally, he would've taken the subway that dropped him off just a couple blocks away from his apartment, but by this point he was just to exhausted to make the journey. Once he was in the warm taxi and it started driving up-town, he found himself dozing off, even through the driver's crazy maneuvers through the streets to get through any sign of traffic.
It went without saying that by the time Marcus got home and found himself in his own bedroom, he crashed almost immediately, well, after changing and taking out his contacts. He slept soundly, and when his alarm started buzzing in the morning the very last thing he wanted to do was get up. However, he forced himself to rise up from the tangle of sheets and blankets, the thought of keeping his promise to Charlie was the only thing that motivated him.
So, he moved hastily, and was out of the door an unusual half an hour before he normally left, wanting to save enough time to talk to Charlie for a little bit before he went down to work. But, of course, what can go wrong will go wrong, and in Marcus's case that was especially true. On his way to the hospital, the train stopped randomly in the dark tunnel, leaving impatient commuters angry. Marcus just sat in his seat, his leg bobbing up and down in an obviously anxious fashion.
He figured it would be best to just get off at the next stop and take another train on another line. Of course, that put him at the hospital at around nine o'clock, the time he normally got there. Which left no room to go see Charlie, like he'd promised her. He thought maybe he could sneak in, if there were no immediate cases he needed to treat, but as soon as he walked into the trauma ward, he was bombarded by sounds and people running around, stretchers coming and going through the ambulance entrance.
Apparently it getting into car accidents was trending for everybody, because Marcus was doing back to back to back surgeries, even through his break. By this time he was on pins and needles, now antsy to just get upstairs to Charlie to at least see how she was doing. He took lunch at around eleven thirty, and immediately took the chance to see her. As he made the now familiar walk from the elevator, down a short hallway, and into her room, he felt uneasy. Something wasn't right. He dismissed it, and figured it was just because he felt guilty about not being able to keep part of his promise and didn't want her to be angry.
At this point, he was at her door. Curtains were drawn, that was strange. He knocked before he entered, not really for the sake of asking to come in but to just make it clear that he was there. He walked in, expecting to see Charlie, but he saw someone else in the room too. Marcus raised his eyebrows. What the fuck was going on?
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 28, 2010 1:41:51 GMT -5
After Jacob had entered the room, things went downhill real damn fast. Just the look in his eyes alone would cause you to be uneasy, having them stare at you like you were some sort of animal who he thought he was better than. It wasn't like that for just Charlie; it was like that for everybody, even his own friends. There was one tiny exception - one that rarely ever happened - but happens none the less. When he puts on his 'innocent' act. Acting like nothing was wrong and nothing would ever be wrong, only concerned about how 'clumsy' his girlfriend was and making jokes to all those around him saying she better be careful next time. And, as always, there always was a next time. If only they knew the real reason like Marcus had.
Yet... Marcus never showed up in the morning like he had promised her. She was looking forward to seeing him again, being able to get the chance to actually talk to another human being, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen now. One, because he didn't come, and two, because Jacob had unexpectedly arrived in her room. In a way Charlie was sort of glad Marcus hadn't come yet. Who knows what would have happened if he had come in to see Jacob standing over her bed, with one side of her face redder than the other?
It didn't take that long to find the answer.
Before Charlie even got the chance to squeak out any of her words, there was a knock at the door followed by Marcus barging in. Sigh. She knew this wasn't going to end well, not with Marcus already knowing what was going on. To bad Jacob didn't know that Marcus knew everything. The last time she threatened to tell someone? Yeah, well... let's just say it ended up with him trying to kill her and her waking up passed out on the floor a few hours later.
Charlie grimanced, hoping Marcus wouldn't notice the red side of her face. "Hello, Dr. Sisneros." Charlie managed to get out, trying to keep it professional so Jacob wouldn't suspect anything. "Have you met Jacob, my.. boyfriend?"
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Dec 28, 2010 2:07:22 GMT -5
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Holy fucking shit.
It didn't take long at all for everything to register in Marcus's mind. The look on her face when he walked in, the ravenous expression on the man's face that transformed into something entirely opposite when Marcus had caught it, that horrible mark on Charlie's face. It had been set there by a hand, no doubt. What time had the guy gotten there? What if Marcus had gone up to her room earlier, would he have been able to stop it? He couldn't answer it, but knew it could have helped.
His fists clenched at his side for a few moments, but he forced them to relax, deciding from the look on their faces that maybe for the time being it was best to play along. Marcus didn't so much as look at Jacob, he just kept his eyes locked on Charlie's, trying to apologize and ask her what to do about this at the same time, just by looking at her. There were two ways to do this: he could politely usher him out of the room and give him a reason to leave the hospital without saying that he knew anything, or he could blow his cover and use a little more force. Personally, he preferred option two, but he had to think about Charlie.
"No, I don't think we have. What time did you get here, Jacob?" he said stiffly. Fucker, bastard, you deserve to be shot. That was what Marcus was thinking in his mind, trying hard not to say it out loud. "I'm Doctor Sisneros, I performed surgery on her last night when she came in." It was a polite statement, but the way Marcus said it seemed more appropriate for lashing out at somebody. Shaking hands would have been the most obvious professional move, but he would even think about touching Jacob unless it was in some way causing him pain.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 28, 2010 2:31:52 GMT -5
By the look on Marcus's face - not to mention his clenched fists - it was safe to say that he had realized what was going on in the room. Why else would she have half of her face beat red while the other side was as pale as a dolls? It didn't make any sense other than someone hitting her. That; or she had hit herself, which was quite unlikely. The atmosphere in the room had gotten so tense. Not one of them had said any words to each other. Great. Just fucking great. She was able to get out of situations like this on a daily basis when no one knew about what went on behind closed doors. But now? Marcus was involved - and it wasn't exactly going to end well.
Charlie kept her eyes locked on Marcus's, terror in them, not being able to say anything about what she wanted. Make an excuse, get him out.... anything so that she could talk to him to be able to figure out what to do. After what had happened Charlie hadn't expected Jacob to come see her so soon, not until this died over.
"Maybe an hour or so ago." Jacob replied with a polite smile. Ugh. It was sickening to see how he could just act normal like that knowing what he did. "I heard. The police came to investigate what had happened when I came home from work. The windows were smashed in and a beer bottle was broken, seemed like someone broke in."
Pause. Did he really just saw what she thought he said? The windows were smashed in? The police came? He had staged the whole thing, that ass. Even if she did say something now they wouldn't believe her - not with the evidence pointing elsewhere. Especially when they think you've been through a 'traumatic event' and can't 'think properly.' Yeah, because of him. Not because of a stranger.
Charlie inhaled deeply, trying to come up with a way to let Marcus know she wanted to talk to him alone. Instead, she kept her eyes locked to Marcus in attempt to try and get him to figure it out. As she did, she sat up in the bed slowly, pretending to wince as she did so.
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Dec 28, 2010 3:01:50 GMT -5
Marcus could only look between the two people before him as he thought about something to say, something, anything just to get this guy out of here. Then he could just tell security to not let him in again, and they wouldn't ask questions, only do what they were told. Christ. Marcus had thought he and Charlie had gotten through all their tense moments last night, now they had to go through more? He just breathed through his nose, starting to calm down the slightest bit.
The look in Charlie's eyes could have killed him. All he wanted to do was get Jacob to leave so Marcus could just talk to her, explain himself, ask her what the hell was going on, figure out a way to get her away from him for good. Marcus read her expression fairly easily, and an excuse began forming in his mind.
"Well, that's why I haven't met you, then. I swear, half of the population of Manhattan has decided to go and crash their cars this morning." he did his best to keep his voice even and casual, although he really didn't care what Jacob took from his words; they were more for Charlie, to give a discrete explanation as to why he hadn't gotten here earlier. "Yeah, it's funny how that happens." he said in response to Jacob's little cover story, looking over dangerously at the man.
"It might be best if you leave now." He told Jacob sternly, nodding toward the door. "Charlie needs her rest, and we're gonna start some tests later, I actually came up here to talk to her about them." a complete lie, but it sounded like a valid enough excuse. Though Marcus wasn't the guy who normally ran tests on patients, he hadn't necessarily told Jacob that he specialized in trauma. "You do know your way out, don't you?" His tone was slightly threatening, and requested that what he advised Jacob to do was a demand rather than a suggestion.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 28, 2010 3:40:19 GMT -5
The moment those words escaped Marcus's lips a sigh of relief escaped hers. He didn't chose to come and see her this late into the day. He had just been busy in the hospital and didn't get the chance to see her until now. One thing Charlie wasn't was mad. Like she had said the night before, it took a lot to get her mad. Him coming a mere few hours late wasn't the end of the world. Jacob had only arrived an hour before that, and thankfully, the only harm he had done was slap her and scare her half to death while doing so. The only thing that mattered was that Marcus was there now, desperately trying to figure out a way to help her out of this mess - something that seemed impossible.
"I see you cleared five minutes to check on Charlie, though." Jacob replied with a raised eyebrow, glancing over at her and then back over at Marcus. Instead of putting up a fight at his next words, he stepped back, raisng his hands in the air. "As long as Charlie gets better so I can have her back home." and with that, he leaned down, taking his hands on her chin - harder than someone normally would - forcing her into a pretend 'lovey dovey' kiss before he pulled away.
All Charlie did was blink, watching as Jacob then made his way towards the door - purposely bumping into Marcus's shoulder before actually leaving. God, did she was the hospitals had locks on their doors right about now. She waited a few seconds to make sure that he was actually gone and down the hallway before starting to completely and utterly freak. "H-He knows something is up." She managed to get out, shaking her head frantically. "He knows!"
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Dec 28, 2010 4:00:10 GMT -5
"It's my lunch break. I can do whatever I want with it." he replied shortly to Jacob before he left, although it sounded more like "mind your own damned business." Marcus didn't like the way the guy touched Charlie, the way he kissed her. It was so fake, such a lie, it put a disgusted expression on Marcus's face as he watched it happen with his arms crossed over his chest. It took every ounce of restraint Marcus had to not follow Jacob out in the hallway and just deck him in the face, but instead he just pushed the door shut with his foot and muttered what sounded like the words "ass hole" under his breath.
His temper was rising; he needed to kick something. Anything just to get it out of him. Marcus covered his face with his hands and ambled slowly over to Charlie's bed.He wouldn't do it in front of her. Now that he thought of it, he needed a cigarette, and just the thought of that made him jittery and wired up. He couldn't go out and take care of that now, though. Not when Charlie needed him, especially when she started freaking out. His arms dropped as he rushed over to her side.
"It's okay, it's fine, just calm down!" Marcus tried to console her, but he found it hard to keep his voice steady and under control. One of his arms resting against her bed frame right above Charlie's head and the other hand pressed into the matress next to her hip, his fingers drumming on the fabric excitedly, he looked at her wide-eyed. "I don't care if he knows or not, he's not coming back here again."
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 28, 2010 4:13:58 GMT -5
For a split second Jacob had stopped dead in his tracks halfway out the door once Marcus commented on it being his lunch break. This caused Charlie to freak out even more, staring wide eyed as she waited for a fight to break out in typical Jacob fashion. Instead, she found herself surprised and relieved when he just tensed his shoulders, relaxed, and went off into the hallway. He was gone, for how long? He was going to come back, that much was obvious. Whether they tried to stop him or not he would find a way. He always found a way back.
"Don't you wish there were locks on the doors right about now?" Charlie laughed nervously, grasping for straws as to what to say while trying not to freak out. That task in itself was impossible. How would someone not freak out after that kind of encounter? Her eyes were now as wide as possible, the bags under them from lack of sleep even more promiment, not knowing what to do but just lay there as Marcus rushed over to her.
"Don't tell me to calm down when he's still in the building! Goddamnit, he has a pocket knife on him! If he comes back here..." Charlie trailed off, starting to shake at the thoughts of the scars all over her body. He never left home without it and obviously put it to use often. "You don't know that."
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