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Post by lynx on Jun 24, 2009 23:21:26 GMT -5
"Unfortunately, no. I still need to know the nightmare, its contents, and how badly it affects you before I'm allowed to perscribe you any medication what-so-ever. It's an unfortunate circumstance, but it's one of those annoying rules I need to follow."
Dr. Katze shifted. Now the smile growing just a tad to hide the memories of that orphanage... At least he had gotten out of there and to proper schools when they found out he was a genius!
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Post by .xander;; on Jun 24, 2009 23:41:27 GMT -5
well, shit. that wasn’t going to work. and to think he’d assumed katze was the type to “want to make you happy” despite the rules.
he was not going to tell the psychiatrist about that dream. he had a nightmare almost every night, so what would it matter, anyway? there was no way for katze to know. while the blond was caught up in his own little world [rather, trying not to be], xander tried to think up a fake nightmare regarding the wolf. it wasn’t that hard to imagine what a werewolf would do to you. the only problem was he couldn’t think of a situation that hadn’t been a real dream. he wouldn’t be able to lie to katze, not this time.
i wake up like any other day, he started, recalling one in particular. i end up going outside, but it isn’t like it’s supposed to be. the buildings are all wreckage. there’s no one else there, but the whole place…smells like death. he knew katze didn’t know what death smelled like. not the way xander did, anyway. not the way he hated it and reveled in it at the same time. and it’s dark, with no lights on. it’s supposed to be nine in the morning, mind you, but it’s night. it’s a wasteland, and the only reason i can see anything is because the moon is full. and…they come out of nowhere. the werewolves. the one that bit me, and the one…inside me. he felt its fur like a sharp tingle just beneath his skin. it loved his pain, his fear. it loved heightening them. xander tried to ignore it, and inhaled deeply. his gaze held katze’s strongly. and they tear me apart. no, not kill me. it’s worse.
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Post by lynx on Jun 24, 2009 23:45:33 GMT -5
Lynx's expression for once wasn't smiling as he read the tale of what happened in the dream. He read it over a few times before looking back at Xander and taking out a perscription pad. It was for... what Xander needed. He tore it off. "...A fifteen miligram dose of sleeping medication. That should help you sleep. I can't guarentee it'll keep the nightmares away, but it should help."
What a nice doctor. He shifted, expression not smiling for once. He looked much younger, maybe younger than Xander?
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Post by .xander;; on Jun 24, 2009 23:55:54 GMT -5
a little relieved, xander exhaled heavily. a smile so small that it was impossible to decipher the authenticity of it crossed his face for a moment. that’s okay. i wouldn’t expect anything without aconite to completely keep werewolves at bay.
the lack of smiling creeped xander out more than the constant smiling did. sweet baby jesus, was he getting used to lynx katze? and he thought things couldn’t get worse. |
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Post by lynx on Jun 25, 2009 0:19:36 GMT -5
Lynx looked at the other, his features in an almost-frown for the moment. Yes, he wasn't smiling. It was possibly the scariest thing that could happen when you're around Dr. Katze. The therapist just stayed in that expression, eyes now covered by long, lucious black lashes. He looked up after a moment.
"...U...." He couldn't speak!
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Post by .xander;; on Jun 25, 2009 0:25:16 GMT -5
okay, well… as freaky as katze not smiling was, the silence in the room was magnificent. it was not very often that xander found both other human beings and quiet at the same time, and the few times he did, he loved it. sometimes he felt like he was the only one on the planet who appreciated the quiet. but only quiet accompanied by…company. the blank quiet, like the quiet he had experienced during the month of solitary confinement, was terrible.
this was perfect. so perfect that xander didn’t bother himself worrying about what had katze so down. |
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Post by lynx on Jun 25, 2009 0:27:26 GMT -5
Katze sunk into his seat, then casually glanced at his sleeve to find it bloody. Curses mentally before hiding that arm behind his back and going to quietly writing. Ah, he needed to have his had stitched or something. The wound just kept opening over and over and over again.
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Post by .xander;; on Jun 25, 2009 0:35:03 GMT -5
of course, something had to come along to ruin it. something like a bloody hand. forget that katze hid it behind his back. xander still saw it and he could still smell it, even if only faintly.
get that fixed, he practically begged. he didn’t really want to get cut up breaking the glass in order to get to the sick-sweet blood. oh, don’t forget the whole feeling-bad-about-it thing, either. |
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Post by lynx on Jun 25, 2009 0:43:00 GMT -5
When the blood started to sink into his back, he pulled the hand back out and saw how BAD it was bleeding. Just dripping and oozing so much blood. He looked at it panicked, shoved off the paper from his lap with his non-bleeding hand and squeezed it the hand itself tightly together. Other hand shoved up the sleeve and looked at the horrid damage there. He examined it for a few moments. "...I need a doctor."
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Post by .xander;; on Jun 25, 2009 0:50:04 GMT -5
wunderbar! stan proceeded to drag xander out [after all, you couldn’t leave a bleeding man and a werewolf alone in the same room] and call for a doctor or two, one of whom promptly showed up with a lovely little medical kit. that dude [or dudette] went inside the office, while xander and stan hung around outside. the whole blood and flesh deal would probably set him off. |
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