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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 30, 2010 15:58:57 GMT -5
It came as no surprise to Charlie when Marcus had suggested her taking a nap. She was exhausted, yes, but still stubborn. From the looks of things it didn't seem like he was going to physically force her to go to sleep anyway. "I got an hour of sleep last night, by the way." Charlie reminded with a small nod, shrugging her shoulders. Sooner or later she would have to sleep - mainly from passing out from exhaustion. "You know I have nigtmares when I do sleep, anyway. I'd just have one and wake up screaming." and with that, Charlie shut up about the subjet.
"No, there isn't." Charlie butted in with a smirk, shaking her head. There really wasn't a reason to apologize. Of course the normal reaction would be to be pissed at whoever had done this to her. And that was what had happened, almost expectedly, when she had told Marcus about the nightmares. It wasn't bad at all. "I know you aren't mad at me. You know I'm not mad at you though, right?" Charlie questioned, nose scrunching.
That was simply hilarous. His patients hadn't caught him once, but twice, smoking after he told them not to? It was pretty safe to say they weren't saying such nice things behind his back - none the less taking his advice and actually quitting the habit. "I'm sure they didn't quit either." She teased, laughing once more.
Now ignoring the subject about eating, having Marcus already given in about that, a small smile replaced the grin on her lips. Ha, way past the first date point? Really? "Oh yeah?" Charlie questioned with a laugh, tilting her head. "What date do you think we're at?"
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Dec 30, 2010 16:46:57 GMT -5
By the looks of it, Charlie was soon to pass out anyways, so Marcus didn't see the need to ponder on it any longer. Stubborn she may be, but when someone needed to sleep, it was hard to stop them after so long. "A whole hour? My god, you're a saint." he played sarcastically, still somewhat smiling at her. At the mention of the nightmares again, however, his smug grin fell almost instantly. He came close to saying something, but didn't. Charlie didn't look like she wanted to stay on the topic for too long, and neither did he.
"Yes, there is." he debated childishly. At the sight of her smirk, he now felt it was more like another game between the two. Even if she was starting to convince him that his apologies weren't needed, Marcus was still stubborn just as she was, and was prepared to sit here and reason with her over the subject. "I know you're not mad at me. I'm a little surprised that you aren't though." he commented, the corners of his mouth turning up.
"They probably haven't." Marcus said with a shrug when the conversation went back to his smoking habits. "Is it bad that I don't feel very guilty about that?" he laughed, not being serious at all. Maybe he should find a new place to take his breaks to avoid anymore of those terribly awkward moments.
What kind of question was that? He didn't know, he never really did much of that "dating" thing. He just knew that most people didn't confide as much as Charlie had to that point on the first date. "We'll have to find out later." he told her in the same tone that she used when he looked at the time. If he wanted to go smoke before he went back to work, he would have to leave now.
As he stood from his seat and pushed the chair back to its previous position next to the wall, he asked, "Are you going to be alright?" It looked like she would be, after all, she had just told him a few minutes ago to go ahead and leave.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 31, 2010 18:06:38 GMT -5
ooc: Ugh. I hate having writers block. Want to skip further ahead?
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Dec 31, 2010 18:12:17 GMT -5
Ooc)) That blows. ): writers block sucks hard.
Skipping ahead is good with me. (: how far?
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Dec 31, 2010 18:38:55 GMT -5
ooc: It does ): Especially when you're just getting over being sick.
Maybe the day she is supposed to be released? Haha, I'm trying to think of how - since they haven't dealt with Jacob yet. x)
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Jan 1, 2011 2:03:00 GMT -5
Ooc)) Go for it. I'm seriously down for anything.
Your turn to post, so the ball's in your court. (:
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Jan 2, 2011 17:16:20 GMT -5
OOC: Great.
My computer router broke and I wasn't able to get on yesterday. I'm sick in bed right now, too. If I dont get to it tonight I'll have it up by tomorrow.
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Jan 2, 2011 17:25:34 GMT -5
Ooc)) I understand! Take your time, you need to get better. (:
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Jan 2, 2011 20:54:10 GMT -5
After waiting for nearly a week, today was finally the day. Today was the day Charlie would be able to be released from the hospital. After all this time in the safety of a place with security and nurses checking her around the clock - she was finally going to leave and be out on her own again. Where Jacob was still out there, just waiting for her to come back to him; which was never going to happen. She had to admit, it was a pretty fucking scary thing to have to go through. Even more so than being in the hospital in the first place.
And then there was Marcus. He was the one who helped her throughout the entire stay. It was pretty much safe to say he was the only one that she could trust at the moment. What was going to happen once she left the hospital? It was still undecided where Charlie was even going to stay for the time being - most likely ending up in a shelter of the sort until she could get a job of her own, but still. It wouldn't be the same without being able to see Marcus every single day.
Charlie let a sigh escape her lips, standing up slowly from the bed. By now she had slipped herself into the oversized jeans that were about five inches to long for her, along with a random black t-shirt that the nurses had given to her to put on. Hopefully, she would be able to see him one last time before they would make her leave - in a wheelchair none the less - so that Charlie could say her goodbyes.
ooc: Argh. Sorry it was so short. D:
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Jan 2, 2011 21:49:21 GMT -5
ooc)) Don't worry about it, it wasn't that short.
bic)) Tick. Tick. Tick.
Eyeing the clock hidden in a shadow above the door, Marcus counted the hand's systematic jerking motions, each indicating another second gone. Every moment he spent here operating on a patient was taking him closer and closer to the edge. When would they be releasing Charlie? Sometime during the day, he knew, so the sooner he got out of here, the better chance she wouldn't already be gone. The better chance she would still be here. The better chance he could talk to her once more before they saw eachother next, and who knew when that would be? It worried him, really. The fact that she would be back out there, without hardly any supervision to keep her in check. To keep Jacob away from her.
His fingers curled tighter around the tool in his hands. Focus. There was somebody's life at stake, right under his hands. Marcus knew he couldn't worry about Charlie, not right now. Just get the man on the table in front of him stablized, then he would have room to think about her. Several times he had to keep himself from looking over at the clock and readjust his concentration on the current situation. He knew if he saw the time he would just start freaking out completely.
Finally though, after what seemed like forever, Marcus was walking out of the operating room, sanity still intact. Eager to see what the time was, he looked on the computer at the nearest nurses station. Fourty five minutes? The whole surgery had only taken fourty five minutes? It felt like an hour and a half, at least. He turned around just in the right moment as he saw the man being wheeled out and towards the elevators, alive. Ha. How was that for playing god? The guy had fallen about ten stories and head first onto the pavement, and it took less than an hour to clean him up before he went ahead to other specialists. It was things like that which made Marcus feel remarkable.
He couldn't savor the moment forever, though. It was over, he could go see Charlie now. He didn't have to drive the thought of her out of his mind just so he could get through working. Quickly, he walked to the elevators, and when he stepped through the doors, Marcus pressed the button indicating his desired floor several times. As if it would make it go any faster. The walk to her room was short as usual, and before he opened her door he self conciously looked down at himself, just to make sure he wasn't covered in blood or something. Sure enough, the was a rusty red stain smeared right below his shoulder trailing for a few inches down his chest. How had that gotten there? Nothing he could do now.
"Oh, well those are some nice pants." Marcus noted as he swung the door open and walked a couple feet into the room, seeing her over sized clothing and stifling a giggle. Sometimes they gave people the most rediculous things to leave in.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Jan 2, 2011 22:09:12 GMT -5
Her nerves were on edge enough as it was, but when she heard the door slam open like that? It literally caused Charlie to jump out of her own damn skin, having not expected Marcus just to barge in like that out of nowhere. For all she knew, he was still upstairs in surgery saving someones life. Or, you know, just working in general and not risking getting in trouble just by being up there in her room. Charlie just stood there, staring, confused. What was he talking about? It took her a moment to calm down and actually think about it, a light bulb going off in her head after a moment.
"Shut up. Nearly everything I wear is to big anyway, I'm way to short to fit in anything normal." Charlie rolled her eyes with a chuckle. It was true though. Nearly everything she bought would have to be hemmed, considering she was only five-foot two. Way shorter than the average pants they would sell in the stores. Shaking her head, Charlie went quiet - looking Marcus up and down for the first time standing up straight. God, did he make her feel even shorter. "Or you know, you're just freakishly tall and I'm the normal sized one." Smirk.
Another laugh rose from her throat as she saw the blood stain on his shirt, shaking her head. How many times have this happened since she had been there? It seemed like every time Marcus came in there would be another blood stain on his clothing. "Nice blood stain." Charlie smirked, leaning against the edge of the hospital bed. Silence. She never really was good with good byes. Especially when you had no idea where you were going to stay or do. Not good.
"I'm going to see you again, right?" Charlie muttered, biting her lip.
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Jan 2, 2011 22:43:43 GMT -5
Seeing her startled reaction to him just bursting in like that, Marcus immediately apologized. Maybe he should've knocked first, but he'd come in and out of this room so much now he didn't really see a need to. Of all the people, Charlie seemed like she would be the last to deny him entry to her little room. Still, it would have been awkward to walk in on her changing clothes or doing something along those lines.
"Yeah, you are pretty short." He laughed with her, although he really was sort of agreeing with Charlie. Saying she wasn't as tall as an average person was far from a lie. Not that it was a bad thing though. Marcus always had the mentality that smaller people tended to get away with more. Why? He didn't know, it just always made sense to him. When she spoke her little theory, he had to laugh again. "That may be true." Afterall, Marcus's height was approaching six feet and three inches.
Charlie laughed again, but it took Marcus a little bit to figure out what exactly was amusing her. Following her eyes to his shirt, he connected two and two. Once again he had walked in with a stained shirt, this was correct. "Hey, don't laugh at my blood stains. You're just jealous. You wish strangers were bleeding on you all the time." Surely, he doubted she did. He didn't exactly enjoy it either, especially when he had to wash and sometimes completely toss out his clothes just because treatment had gone a little messy.
At Charlie's question, Marcus walked slightly closer to her, his expression sobering. "Of course." Was all he said. Could she really think that he would just turn her loose and cut all ties with her? After all she'd told him? He was one of the only people she trusted, that was obvious, and he obviously wasn't going to leave her hanging all by herself. "Where are you going when you get out of here?"
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Jan 2, 2011 23:11:33 GMT -5
Once she went back to normal, a laugh rose up from the back of her throat. She had been so jumpy lately - it wasn't just Marcus who would have startled her. There really was no need to be apologizing when he hadn't done anything wrong to apologize for. So Charlie got scared easily, so what? It wasn't the end of the world. "No need to be sorry." Charlie nodded with a grin, raising her hand up before Marcus could even say anything else on the subject. "And you aren't going to be stubborn and argue with me about it this time."
Charlie shrugged her shoulders. What more was there to say about her being short? Yes, it was true. Thankfully she wasn't always like this though. You know the kids that were taller before everyone else in school?Yeah, that was Charlie. Always towering over everyone else. That was until she stopped growing - and all the others in school and around her caught up and then some. Funny how that works, really. "May be true?" Charlie chuckled, standing on her toes; she didn't even reach his shoulder. "You're over six feet tall. Safe to say you are.
"I can't help it though. You always come in with a bright red stain on your shirt or pants... Quite funny, really." Charlie kept laughing, pushing against the bed to stand up on her own once more. God she was going to miss this; being able to talk to Marcus like this every day. It was starting to hit her just how much they weren't going to see each other anymore.
Charlie snapped out of her thoughts as she heard Marcus's question, shrugging once again. "I really don't know yet." She laughed nervously, scrunching her nose. "A shelter, a cheap hotel or something. Try and find a job. Stay away from you know who."
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Jan 2, 2011 23:52:01 GMT -5
When she settled down some, he peered down at her and grinned. It was something he'd noticed, her being so jittery at times, and it was inevitable, Marcus knew that he would be a little high strung - if he wasn't already - if he'd been in Charlie's shoes. "Yes-" he began to argue in his true fashion, but she cut him off. There was really no point in arguing, she was right about that. "You know me too well." he complained with a smirk.
"Where you one of those kids that was always taller than me back in elementary school?" he guessed, somehow just knowing what she was thinking. Charlie was sort of predictable in that way, Marcus figured. For him it was never too hard to tell what was going through her mind, although there were the moments when he couldn't exactly get through. Now, as he returned his attention to the height subject, Marcus looked back. Yes, he was one of those short little boys as a child, even going into middle school all the girls were taller than him. It was hard finding a shorter one to be his dance parter at the formals. However, before high school, he hit a growth spurt, like most guys do around that time. The classmates that used to tease him ate their words. "That's what you get." he said to Charlie when he came back to the present to find her standing on her toes and not even reaching his shoulder.
Marcus flashed her a playful smirk once again. "Yes, it's so hilarious. Har har." He responded to her laugh sarcastically. It really was quite laughable, though. Marcus always seemed to be that guy in the operating room that always got blood splashed or slopped or squirted or sprayed on him. There were smocks and aprons and the like to put on before surgery to avoid any stains, but he never found time to put one on, always caught in the heat of the moment. Try being in a room with several other people all shouting at eachother and one gunshot/car accident/etc. victim dying right in front of you, the last thing you'd be thinking about was protecting your clothes. A little dark, but it was the way Marcus saw it.
Letting an audible sigh slip out of his mouth, he thought about what was happening. Charlie was leaving the hospital, and he couldn't deny that he was going to miss having her there. She would leave, and Marcus wouldn't have a place to hide for a few minutes when his job became a little too hectic. He wouldn't have someone to come and talk to when everyone else was so preoccupied in work and only wanted to have chats about medical terminology and all that shit. Yeah, he would still see her, but it was nice just to have Charlie a few floors away from him.
And now, she was just going to settle for some shelter or dingy hotel. Before he even knew what he was saying, he blurted out, "Come stay at my place." What had he just said? Did he really just offer her that? Not that Marcus would mind one extra person in his apartment, but how was Charlie going to respond to that? Hesitantly, he watched her face for a reaction.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Jan 3, 2011 18:53:15 GMT -5
A smirk formed on Charlie's lips as she heard Marcus completely shut up after she held her hands up. She knew it. He was going to argue no matter what, and she had beat him to the point. "I really do." Charlie chuckled, pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. What time was it? Her eyes quickly glanced over at the clock. 4 o'clock. It had been nearly thirty minutes already since they were supposed to release her. Heh. Oh well. It wasn't like she was in a hurry - being wheeled out in a wheel chair wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing to look forward to.
Hearing Marcus, Charlie smirked. So he actually was one of the short ones back when he was little - the opposite of herself. "Mhm. I'm guessing you were one of the short ones I was always taller than?" Charlie chuckled, shaking her head. Just look how they both ended up; opposite of how they were while growing up. Once again, the tables had been switched between the two. Her mouth hung open, huffing. "That's what I get for what?" Charlie mumbled, pretending to be upset.
Charlie once again found herself with a grin on her face. "Oh come on, it is pretty funny." She laughed softly. Him always coming in with a stain, it was pretty much expected at this point. And yet - she had never once gotten blood on him when she had arrived at the hospital. "You just can't blame me. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who didn't get blood on you the entire week." Charlie reminded, grinning even wider.
Then Charlie heard it. One little comment, and things were going to change. Move into his apartment with him? Was Marcus really being serious? Charlie stood there, trying to find the right words; which were failing her. Of course she wanted to say yes, but as always, she didn't want to intrude on his life. That was the last thing she wanted - especially when Charlie couldn't exactly afford anything at the moment.
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to annoy you." Charlie stuttered, finding herself biting down on her lip. The only thing she could do at the moment was what she knew best; joke around to ease the anxiety in the room. "So, what? We skipped the first date, and now we're skipping all the others and just moving in with each other?" Charlie added sarcastically, laughing nervously.
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