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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 17, 2010 22:34:24 GMT -5
Damn, tha' hurt. Abel shoulda known not ta have flirted to much with that one, but he couldn't help 'imself. He rarely could. The guy was not a bad lookin' bloke, either. Shame.
Now here he was, sittin' in the waiting room o' the hospital, listening to the gossip o' the nurses. Some o' them were pretty cute, too. Some . . . were not. Still, with a bloody nose, busted lip and knuckles, and maybe some cracked ribs, Abel wasn't quite in the flirtatious mood he was generally in. Still, the nurses' stories were a mite interestin'. Especially the ones about one o the resident "doctors", who had apparently recently lost his lover. Poor bloke. Though, it sounded as though a few o' them wouldn't mind taking that spot for themselves. Apparently the kid was a looker. Maybe he'd get lucky and this "Kristopher" would be the one to look at his wounds.
Regardless, it was time to find out. The nurse waved him in and led him to a room. Abel sat down, wincing at the sudden pain in his ribs, and waited for the doc to arrive.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 17, 2010 22:46:05 GMT -5
How lucky it would be for Abel, that Kristopher was in the building and the one to step into the room after a few minutes. The nineteen year old human tilted his head at the older boy and sighed, perhaps one of relief. For a moment, he thought it was Augusta back again with another broken bone or nose, something. But it wasn't his old love, thank goodness. He wasn't sure if he was ready to deal with that yet.
But he smiled softly, his blond hair pulled back in a mess ponytail and in his causal clothing. "You look like you had some fun." He remarked, closing the old squeaky door behind him and moved towards Abel. "A lot of fun actually. My names Dr. Roberts, if you will." The blond chuckled softly and tilted the boy's chin up. A bit of a bloody nose wasn't a hard fix nor was anything else it seemed the adult might have gained in doing whatever it was.
"So, beyond the obvious, Mr..." He paused for a moment and looked over at the sheet of paper that was on the desk, and with his wonderful vision he spotted the name. "Cunningham, have any pains?"
Sadly, Kristopher didn't have the proper medical equipment for the normal examines, so he always left it to his patients to tell him what he needed to know. But he lost no time in checking the boys nose, it was in working order and so he handed him a rag to put to that and attended his lip next. It didn't look so bad either, no stitches need there. It would heal on its own. Kristopher moved onto the hand and feeling around for any misplaced bones.
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 17, 2010 23:15:49 GMT -5
A few minutes more passed, and finally, someone else came into the room. Abel looked up at the boy, and grinned a little under the cover of the hand that was holding his nose. The doctor boy seemed to fit the description the nurses had given each other. And they were right. The kid wasn't bad lookin' at all. Shame he was just coming off a bad relationship. Or maybe it was better for everyone that way. After all, he was here on his mistress's orders, not to hook up.
"Hahaha!," Abel replied to the doctor's mention of fun being had. "I suppoose ya could put it that way. Maybe a wee bit too much on my part. Tends to happen more than it should, so we might be seein' a lot o each other. Doc Roberts, ya say? That's Kristopher Roberts, ain't it? Like the kid from the cartoon?" Okay, bad joke, but that was another thing Abel was never able to pass up.
Abel let Dr. Roberts examine him while he answered his question."Beyond the obvious? Well, I suppose it'll be obvious in a day er so, but my ribs feel a mite tender. They should be okay, but I'm not a doctor, so I wouldn't be able ta tell if they're cracked er not. Though, I'm sure they're not broken." That was his assessment of himself. He'd gotten pretty good at doing that back in Ireland. It was always good to keep track of your limitations and how badly you were hurt.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 17, 2010 23:25:59 GMT -5
Kris laughed lightly at the joke towards his name, "I suppose that is close enough to my actualy name, granted our woods aren't very much like Hundred Acre Woods." He mused on that for a moment, "But yes, Kristopher Roberts." The blond stated then, "Although, I perfer it if you don't let yourself be knocked about. As much as I do enjoy my job it makes me rather happy not to see the same person twice in my care."
"Or every night." He added to himself mentally. Augusta always came home broken in beaten, almost everyday. It was something Kristopher had trouble dealing with and still did. However, his mind returned to the dark haired Irishmen. "Well, your hand isn't broken. That's a good thing." He then reached over behind up, pulled up a stool and some bandages. He sat down and started to clean off the hand and bandage at an easy pace.
"Ribs then? I'll check those out next. So, would it be a bit bold for me to ask how you came to be in this condition and advice you not to do it again?" His green eyes lifted for a moment to look into the boys and then lower back to the hand in which he was wrapping. Hmm, for some reason, this kid was reminding him of Augusta, or maybe it was just because Kristopher met almost everyone through some form of medical treatment.
Looking at things in that way made him sigh and realize how sad his life was, the only way to meet new people is through patching them back up.
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 17, 2010 23:48:48 GMT -5
Abel chuckled a bit. "Nah, not like the Hunderd Acre Woods at all. Though, ya gotta admit, life here's a bit more interestin'. I bet if you looked hard enough, you could find yerself a stuffed bear that'd talk back to ya." He laughed a little to himself as he thought of such a thing. "But, nay, I have no intention of darkening your doors again. Doesn't mean it won't happen. Just means I'm not gonna be lookin' for trouble. Though, I must say, if yer the one who's gonna be treatin' my wounds each time, gettin' beat up might not be as bad as it once was."
"I don't mind ya askin'. It was just a misunderstandin'. I mighta said that some bloke was a shade on the attractive side, and he mighta taken it a wee bit the wrong way, if ya know what I mean. Tends ta happen a lot to me. Ya see, I have this terrible disease. They call it 'Diarrhoea of the Mouth.' Means I spew out words with any sort o' filter. Some say it might be terminal. That bloke tonight was of that opinion, too." Abel winked at Doctor Roberts, a smile on his face.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 18, 2010 0:00:23 GMT -5
"But, nay, I have no intention of darkening your doors again. Doesn't mean it won't happen. Just means I'm not gonna be lookin' for trouble. Though, I must say, if yer the one who's gonna be treatin' my wounds each time, gettin' beat up might not be as bad as it once was."
Kristopher blinked a few times as he looked up at Abel, stared and then went back to the hand as he finished the bandage. "Erm, thanks. I think." Okay, well that was a bit out of the blue. But then againa not so much as he heard the boy speak of his little illness. Well, he could see where that would get Abel in a wee bit of trouble, as he put it.
"So I gather." said the doctor as he averted his eyes. Was this guy, hitting on him? It was hard to tell, so Kristopher ignored it for now and shook his head. "Best watch what you say then, or you might say it to the wrong person and be dead." Rather simple really. Well, he was finished the fixing of the hand. Kristopher was a fast worker. He had to be to cover so many rooms and take care of so many people in a single day. Standing, Kristopher reached out and patted Abel on the chest. "Alright, off with your tops and lay back. I'm going to take a poke at your ribs, and I do hope they aren't cracked."
Yeah, cause he was running out of large bandages that he used to bind ribs. Augusta was the worse, he always broke a rib! Kristopher was always afraid his old flame would puncture a lung. However, the blond wouldn't know anything about his roommate. He hadn't seen him much let alone talk and if Augusta got hurt, he didn't come to Kristopher anymore.
Just the mere thought of this made Kristopher frown deeply and look a bit off. But it didn't last long for as soon as Abel complied Kristopher started poking around at his rips. "Hmmmm..."
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 18, 2010 0:17:40 GMT -5
"My, my. Only the first date, and you're already asking me to take my shirt off. You do work quickly, don't you, Doc Roberts?" Abel said as he took off his half jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. The boy had cautioned him to watch what he said to people, but nothing about his manner had suggested he was at all displeased by what Abel was saying. Abel did catch a few brief moments in Doctor Roberts' expression that suggested there was more going on behind those green eyes than he knew, but Abel chalked it off to thoughts of the relationship he was supposedly coming off of.
Abel sucked in a breath when Doctor Roberts began poking around his side. Not broken, he was still sure, but it still hurt. "So, what's the verdict, Doc? Is it bad, or do you like what you see?" The grin on his face, interrupted from time to time with a slight wince, told of the double meaning of his words.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 18, 2010 0:25:36 GMT -5
To be completely honest, Kristopher had been trying to ignore the comments that were directed towards him but soon it was becoming hard. They just seemed to get more and more perverted or maybe it was just Kristopher's brain making them sound so. Who could say really. However he did his best to keep a blush from appearing on his face, it was never too hard to make Kristopher blush, he blushed as much as a school girl.
"Erm." Was all he could say to those lovely comments. He kept his eyes downcast for the time, poking and pondering.
"So, what's the verdict, Doc? Is it bad, or do you like what you see?"
God!
He spared a glance up at the mans smiling face, "You're making it hard for me to work with comments like that. But sadly, you're rips are cracked. There isn't much I can do about those, you will just have to take it easy and not lift heavy things. Try not to get hit in the ribs and so forth. Mostly common sense." He paused then, letting his hands remain on the mans ribs. "You cando that, now can't you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement or even an order.
God, this guy just loved to flirt with anything didn't he? Even with an engag---no he wasn't engaged anymore. He had to remember that and the two watches on his wrist didn't help the matters much. Maybe...he shouldn't of kept them.
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 18, 2010 0:35:57 GMT -5
"You're making it hard for me to work with comments like that. But sadly, you're rips are cracked. There isn't much I can do about those, you will just have to take it easy and not lift heavy things. Try not to get hit in the ribs and so forth. Mostly common sense. You cando that, now can't you."
Abel gave Doc Roberts a firm nod. "Oh, yes, I can do that. Not lift anything heavy, you say? I think I can manage that. You don't look to heavy. Any chance I might be able to pick you up tonight?"
It was probably not the smartest thing Abel had ever done, asking the recently dumped doctor out. But, then, if Abel stuck to doing only what was smart, he wouldn't be here right now, and wouldn't have met this fine boy. And that, in his book, would have been a very big loss. Abel saw something in this kid, though he wasn't quite sure what, yet. However, he had a feeling that Doc Roberts was someone he'd like to get to know better. And, when Abel wanted to get to know someone better, he usually didn't have trouble doing so.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 18, 2010 0:54:59 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, I can do that. Not lift anything heavy, you say? I think I can manage that. You don't look to heavy. Any chance I might be able to pick you up tonight?"
Wait. What? Hold one a second!
Kristopher Roberts poor face suddenly went from pale to a bright red as he stared at his patient on the bed. He blinked many times and looked slightly confused. Did he hear that right? Surely not! Nah, no one asked him out on a date that fast! It was just...wierd. Not even Augusta move that fast with him. The blond raised a hand to his hair and ran it trough his thick curls before speaking.
"Erm, did you...just use a pick up line on me?" A really bad one at that but somewhat amusing. Kristopher let out a nervous chuckle and shook his head, looking dumbfounded. Nah. No way was that a pick up line!
However, Kris moved his hands off the boy and went to put a few things away to give himself sometime to think. Well, at least the guy didn't know where he lived so he couldn't go, 'Okay great, pick up at ten!' because that would just be awkward and then he would have to go out with the guy for the night and who know how that would go.
Or how Augusta would handle it.
Damn'it Augusta...get out of my head....!
"Umnn..."
Wheres a distraction when he needed one?
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 18, 2010 1:16:40 GMT -5
The reaction on the poor Doc's face was priceless. At the same time, it also seemed that he wasn't totally against the idea. This might turn into a good night after all. Maybe. The Doc still looked like he needed some convincing.
"Erm, did you...just use a pick up line on me?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, you've seen me with my shirt off, and gotten to put your hands all over me. The least you could do is buy me a drink, doncha think? Who knows, play your cards right, and maybe I'll let you see me with my shirt off again." Abel winked at the blonde doctor. It was a reasonable argument, at least in Abel's mind. Let's see if it was enough to get that drink.
Abel still wasn't sure what it was he was seeing in the boy, but he still knew it was worth pursuing. Not that he would have stopped at this point if it weren't. He was getting far too much positive feedback from it. The blushing said it all. Doctor Kristopher Roberts was enjoying the attention, if nothing else. That was enough for Abel.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 18, 2010 1:27:38 GMT -5
"Well, yeah. I mean, you've seen me with my shirt off, and gotten to put your hands all over me. The least you could do is buy me a drink, doncha think? Who knows, play your cards right, and maybe I'll let you see me with my shirt off again."
Now that was original, he hadn't heard that line yet in his line of work. It was amusing it really was, also nice to hear. It meant someone was either ignoring the rumors or going with them. Either way Kris wasn't caring, slowly he raised a hand and waved off the words as if they where nothing but a fly going by his head.
"I'm flattered, but I will have to decline on that drink. I am sure you don't care to hear my story," Or maybe he has heard it already. "but I recently became---available--- and I don't think I am quite ready to go out for drinks with someone so..." He wasn't sure what the word was he was looking for so he let it rest on that note.
"But thank you for asking." In your very strange way...
Once things where put away, Kristopher went over to a small and old sink and washed his hands. "However, if you really want a drinking buddy. There are a few other men free within the hospital who would love for someone to take them out." He stated with a smile. Thinking his brother was one of the perfect people to be alled upon at this moment.
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 18, 2010 2:05:46 GMT -5
As Doctor Roberts put things away, Abel, carefully, put his shirt and jacket back on. He found himself more disappointed by the Doc's rejection than he thought he would be. Ah, well. It wasn't the first time his advancements had been rejected, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last.
"But thank you for asking."
"Well, of course. I couldn't help but ask such a fine doctor out. It's every lass' dream, to date a doctor, doncha know." Yet another wink. Abel seemed fond of those. Of course, it didn't help that nearly everything he said was a not-so-veiled flirt.
"However, if you really want a drinking buddy. There are a few other men free within the hospital who would love for someone to take them out."
Abel chuckled. "I thank ye for the offer, lad. However, I've already been shot down twice tonight. It think that's enough o' a beating for my pride. I thank ye, though, for not physically beating me like the last guy did. Don't know who I'd be going to if even me doctor decided he'd rather see me bleedin'." Abel stood up, then, a little quicker than he should have. He winced a bit before saying, "What do I owe ya, Doc?"
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Mar 18, 2010 2:20:04 GMT -5
"I suppose I see your point. Being shot down isn't very fun." Nor was breaking up. But Kristopher really didn't want to go into that right about now. He had other things to do other then worry about his love life. "Sorry to disappoint you. Maybe some other time, we can go for a drink or something. When I feel, more up to it, for a friendly drink that is..." The blond figured he could at least go for a friendly around with the man sometime.
"What do I owe ya, Doc?"
"Ha, the only thing you owe me is to keep yourself from getting beat up. Other then that you are good to go. I don't charge my patents. There really isn't a point in it." Which was true enough. Kristopher had almost everything he needed. So why charge?
He then paused for a moment to look at his two watches and smiled lightly. "Well, apparently, I am done for the day. I suppose I could walk with you back to the big boogie house, if you don't mind that is."
No, he probably wouldn't mind at all.
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Post by Abel Cunningham on Mar 19, 2010 16:45:28 GMT -5
"Ha, the only thing you owe me is to keep yourself from getting beat up. Other then that you are good to go. I don't charge my patents. There really isn't a point in it."
Abel nodded, a slight smile on his face. "I'll do me best, Doc, but I can't guarantee I won't get me arse handed ta me again. Even so, I appreciate the help. It's not somthin' I often get." It was true. There were a hundred time during his trek across Ireland when he had to tend to his own wounds. He wasn't horrible at it, but there was nothing quite like having someone who knew what they were doing. Plus, this someone wasn't bad to look at, either.
"Well, apparently, I am done for the day. I suppose I could walk with you back to the big boogie house, if you don't mind that is."
Abel was just getting his half jacket back on and adjusting it, very carefully, when Doc Roberts made the suggestion. It took Abel off guard, and when he turned to face the source of the surprise, he twinged his ribs a bit. "Ow. Um, y-you want to walk back with me? Heh. Sure, why not. I certainly wouldn't mind some fine company on the way back. You'll certainly provide a better view and the landscape out there."
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