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[Private] Floral for Laurel

Logan Milo Byrne | Human; Citizen

Posted on Sat Oct 29, 2016 2:25 am

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Hospital | Rainy | Whatever Time Works.


Logan is in his usual tight white tee, a muted evergreen hoodie, and denim jeans with lumberjack boots.


No, I didn't have a checkup. No, I didn't have an injury. No, I wasn't sick. The truth, I had scheduled checkups due to my whole... Cancer being gone thing, and I'd missed the last three without so much as a phone call. Naughty Logan, maybe I was going to get punished for being a bad boy. Was Doctor Davis going to hang up her stethoscope and pick up her whip after stripping down to skintight latex? That was a thought, one actually, that occupied my mind on the drive over. That and the fact that a cop friend of mine showed me a picture of my car this morning, it was apparently listed as stolen. Ha, it was a flat out knee slapper. That idiot cousin of mine still had no clue I was back, and was even looking after my baby. I had to give him props, he cared more about my shit than he did me. Which was precisely why I was in no rush for our big... Two man family reunion.

Now, stopping at the hospital gift shop wasn't my style. There was something really fucked about giving a woman flowers she'd probably seen in the window a million times. Even more fucked up... And actually kind of dark, was the idea of giving a woman flowers that were meant for dying people... Or people with gonorrhea... It just didn't send the right message. That was not gonna fly. I was a truly suave mother fucker, and I stopped at a legit flower... Place. What were they called again? I couldn't remember. All that mattered was I didn't get her roses, in fact, I wasn't exactly sure what they were called... But they were colorful? As bright, cheery, and alert as my dick was in her presence most of the time. If only it was okay to tell your doc she gave you wood while she was checking your pulse, and that she'd probably have a better chance at hearing the thumping between your legs since that's where all the blood was rushing anyway. But nope, Laurel wasn't some drunk barfly, she was a woman. I had many pursuits, but this one had to be the most challenging... And the least maintained. Fucking Shane. I would see this woman in something other than a white coat eventually, preferably her birthday suit, it was practically my fucking life's purpose.

After being told by one woman that unless it was an emergency I couldn't see my angel in white, I realized I was gonna need to get creative. I disappeared into the men's room and looked at my face, an idea was forming, but I quickly shook my head. There was no way I could injure something so important. I wanted her to look at me and think ''wow, I don't mind that you didn't show up for your checkups, I want your dick!''. Because ultimately, the goal here was to apologize for missing something so important and reschedule. So uglying up my mug was a no go.

I plopped the flowers down and tapped my chin as my mind began working some magic. The stall doors... Now that was pure genius. The bottoms of them lined right up against my shin, which of course was going to hurt like a bitch, but did it matter if hottie Davis was going to squeeze me into her schedule, and possibly between her legs?! Hell no, an added bonus, I'd get taken care of by hotdoc. As an added perk, I wouldn't have to act, the pain would be real, and the booboo itself was gonna end up looking pretty gnar gnar too. So, I went for gold, grabbing the stall door and ramming it right against my shin and instantly hollering out in pain. I gripped my shin with both hands with more passion than I gripped my own Johnson while watching porn. And as I hopped around, wailing and wincing in pain, both real, and a little extra for effect, the door swung open, and a man in scrubs rushed to my side. "What happened?" I slipped, floors are wet. I think I broke something! I lied, wailing as a distraction while I reached for my flowers. ''Can you walk? Where does it hurt?'' He rushed to my side to help me stand and lead me out of the restroom. No, I don't think I can... It hurts in my... I cried out again as he started calling someone for help. And as my ass was lifted on top of a stretcher by those that rushed to my aid, I smiled as I heard one particular word escape the mouth of the man that helped me.

Davis.

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Re: [Private] Floral for Laurel

Laurel Davis | Human; Citizen

Posted on Sat Oct 29, 2016 10:33 am



It was a blessedly slow day in the ER, and I was always happy to discharge a patient. Okay, Mrs. Robichaud. We're going to put you in a different room now, I said to an elderly woman as several nurses started wheeling her out of the ER. "Thank you, Dr. Davis, she replied. She was sweet old lady who had fallen and broken her hip - scary, but not a difficult case. It was a blessedly slow night, and I had been able to deal with the patients as quickly as they came.

I picked up the file for my next patient and scanned it. My eyes fell on the name Logan Byrne, and I barely contained a sigh. One of my oncologist friends had convinced me to take him on after his battle with cancer. "He's so hot! Laurel you'll love him," she'd said, and I'd relented. He was attractive, I'd seen that in the one appointment that he'd actually attended, before he skipped the next three. Three! You'd think a person who'd just had a bout of cancer would think it would be worth it to go to see his doctor. Why did he even bother to schedule them if he wasn't going to come? He was wasting my time.

What had brought him into my care now was a busted shin. The triage nurse had thought it was pretty bad, which meant they would expect me to deal with him quickly. Since I'd finished with Mrs. Robichaud I didn't have any other more pressing cases anyway, so I made my way to his room. The primary nurse was just leaving, having cleaned up the wound and asked him some preliminary questions about allergies and the like.

Hello, Mr. Byrne. I said cordially, as I pulled on a pair of gloves. His bloody pant leg had been pulled up to reveal a deep looking gash. I ordered a pain killer for him and then stepped forward to examine the wound more closely. So, how did this happen? I quickly ascertained that nothing was broken, although it was looking like he might need stitches.

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Logan Milo Byrne | Human; Citizen

Posted on Sat Oct 29, 2016 4:12 pm

I nearly threatened the life of the nurse's firstborn when she tried to take the flowers away from me. Hell no, the last thing I wanted hotdoc to think was I'd already acquired a visitor in the two seconds I'd been hospitalized. They weren't for me, they were for her. And not handing them to her personally was going to make my busted shin a really sad story to tell.

When she walked into my room I entered a little daydream. One where light burst into the room from behind her, and of course she was wearing something white, tight, and ooooh so right. Her lips were painted red and her feet sat snug in a pair of heels that were so high, only an angel would wear them to bring herself closer to heaven. ''Are you ready for your physical, Mr. Byrne?'' She practically moaned the words that came out of her mouth and seductively wrapped her stethoscope around her neck before bending over to secure the strap on her heels.

''Hello, Mr. Byrne.'' The room suddenly got less bright, less vibrant, and the words that actually came out of her mouth weren't moaned in pleasure. Fuck... Would you believe me if I told you it happened while trying to help an old lady across the street? I joked with a charming smile, just enough to get my dimples showing, chicks dig that shit. But I was half serious too. Hell if she bought it I'd go with it. She seemed the type to drop her panties for a selfless man. Or maybe that was just one of my warped perceptions of her fueled by seductive daydreams. It was hard to separate the two half' the time.

The truth, I was on my way here to reschedule my checkups. My gran died a while back so I've been outta town, helping my pop deal with the loss. Unfortunately he lives up in a place called Cottage Grove? The outskirts actually, there's not much reception, otherwise I would have called to reschedule. An elaborate lie. I found people felt less compelled to hold shit against you if someone in your family died, even if my gran had died when I was seven years old and the whole story was a crock of shit. Which reminds me... I held up the flowers, These are an apology for not calling in. I hope you don't hold it against me. Unless ''it'' is your body. Nude, preferably. Anyway, it's my first day back and... I shrugged my shoulders through my next elaborate lie. I was just in the restroom when I slipped, my leg slid right under one of those stall doors and unfortunately, it was my shin that took the impact. I'm a big man. When I fall, I fall hard. The innuendo at the end might have been for my own benefit, I guess it all depended on if she even had any inclination of how crazy she drove me.

What's the damage anyway? Stitches? I'd hate to be the reason you aren't out there savin' lives. I smiled again, wondering how I was going to wiggle my way into her free time. Maybe this wasn't the moment to do that, but at the same time, I had a renewed value for life, my life, actually. Since I'd just gotten it back. I wasn't really big on wasting time anymore.

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Re: [Private] Floral for Laurel

Laurel Davis | Human; Citizen

Posted on Sat Oct 29, 2016 10:45 pm

I finished examining his wound, which would definitely need stitches. I gave him a look that was a mix of concerned and amused when he suggested that he had gotten it helping an old lady cross the street. I didn't believe him, not that I just assumed that he wasn't capable of helping old ladies across the street, but that his wound wasn't consistent with the type of trauma that falling down or getting hit by a car would induce. His dimples definitely gave him the look of a guy who would help a lady cross the street, unfortunately for me, because Kathryn the oncologist had been right: they were adorable. I could practically hear her voice in my head now, "I told you so. I knew you like dimples."

I started filling out a form with all the necessary information about the injury, etc., but my eyes snapped to his when he said his grandmother had died. I felt bad for being so annoyed with him when he had been dealing with a family crisis. I was close with my parents and would most certainly take some time to help if one of them was suffering. With that and the flowers, well, I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He'd just dealt with cancer, and now a death in the family. And those dimples... I'm so sorry to hear that, I said sincerely.

I pulled off the latex gloves and accepted the flowers from him. They were quite pretty, surprisingly. I'd pinned him for being reckless when he'd missed all those appointments, but he was proving to be quite thoughtful. Thank you, they're beautiful, I said with a smile.

Unfortunately, you are going to need stitches. I've already ordered a painkiller for you, and I'm going to apply some local anesthetic to the wound before I stitch it up. It shouldn't be very painful, if at all, but you will need to take care to ensure that the sutures don't get infected. It is very likely that it will scar. Do you have any questions before we begin? This was a very simple case, fortunately, since the diagnosis was obvious. It was too bad I was working in the ER or I could have given him a regular examination to make up for the appointments that he missed. With cancer, we had to be extra alert to ensure that he was still cancer-free. His comment was well meant, but it only reminded me of the time that had been wasted when he didn't show up to his appointments, and I gave him a cool gaze, The best way to do that is to let us know when you can't make your appointments.

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Logan Milo Byrne | Human; Citizen

Posted on Sat Oct 29, 2016 11:20 pm

Okay, we were off to a good start. Now it wasn't really my style to manipulate with lies, not big ones anyway, and honestly a death in the family was a pretty big fucking lie... Or... Half lie, since the hag was dead, she'd just been dead a bit longer than I'd insinuated. The woman was cruel anyway, prone to abuse, which was the main reason I'd done so well in school and in some cases, music. Getting whacked with various kitchen utensils was a good way to whoop any young boy into valedictorian. Man, I really hated my gran.

Yeah I mean, I loved that woman. Probably the kindest soul I've ever had the pleasure of getting to know... I scratched the back of my neck, avoiding eye contact because I was "grieving" and needed to keep up the act, and of course, I shrugged my shoulders as if to say ''Don't worry about me, I'll be alright!''. Kinda wish I didn't have to leave the fam. Friends are outta town... Family, I have my cousin and all but we're not on speaking terms right now... Hint, hint, I'm alone and need your mouth around my dick to feel better.

No problem at all. I was kickin' myself all this time for not calling in ahead of time. I wouldn't want you to get the wrong impression of me. I tilted my head with another smile, trying with everything in me to work one outta her. Dead gran, check. Flowers weren't creepy, check. But from there on out all that came out of her mouth was business. Fuck me this woman was gonna make me work for it. I was practically giddy at the idea. There was something so damn rewarding about winning a woman that made you work for her. Shit I'd bust my ass all day just to get a look at hers.

Nah, but I'll speak up if anything hits me. She asked the question too soon, but it was okay, I easily tucked it away for later. My ability to ask her something was going to be my golden ticket, and I was gonna spend it wisely. So... If we're gonna be here for a bit... Maybe we should talk about something, yanno, to take my mind off of the gash in my shin... We'd talked about me plenty, now, I wanted to know something about her. Whatta'ya do? I mean, when you're not saving clumsy men one stitch at a time? I laughed, clearly dodging the appointment thing, if I couldn't make one directly through her then I was gonna do that shit over the phone.

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