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Post by Griffin Cole on Aug 7, 2006 22:20:14 GMT
He pushed his chair back, long legs stretched out ontop of the desk. Griffin leaned his head back, eyes closed tight as he let out a shaky exhale, opening his eyes when he felt the presence standing over him. If Jason was talking to him, more than a few words here and there, he'd tell him how thankful he was that since they'd broken up, not alot of people talked to him work. Apparently someone had bet the other to try and start a conversation with the quiet man. He sat up, turning the chair around to face him.
"Cop coming in. That ought to make you smile." the other nurse thrust the chart to his chest, an eyebrow raised as she kept searching the almost always sad, squinty blue eyes for some kind of life. He just nodded,, flipping through the chart. "He's a jerk if he can't realize what he left behind, Griff."
A man of few words, he'd existed on facial expressions, and the look on his face was nothing more than a pure scowl. He shook his head, standing up slowly, easily towering over the normal sized woman, blinking a few times. She searched his eyes wildly, hand reaching out to touch his chest, making a small sound from the back of her throat when he pulled back, hitting the back of his knee against the desk. He flinched, and gritted his jaw tightly,shaking his head. He made a point of walking around her, and down towards the room written on the chart she'd handed him.
"It's obvious you've been dumped!" she called after him, watching his long stretched out shadow disappear around the corner. He took a deep breath, tucking the chart under his turquoise colored scrub top, pushing the hair out of his eyes. "Do you ask just for me, Jay, or all those people out there really sadistic?" he looked down at the chart, shoulders curling, knees bent a little as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He set the chart down at the foot of the bed, blood pressure cuff in his hand, drawing his eyes over the other man's body slowly. He took a deep breath, large hand fitting easily around the circumfrence of his arm, and closed the velcro around the skin. "I'm starting to think they hate me." he chuckled bitterly, under his breath, letting out an exhale to blow the bangs out of his eyes. "All they ever talk to me about is the one who got away." he pumped the blood pressure cuff around his arm, and took a step back to search his eyes.
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Post by Jason Carlson on Aug 7, 2006 22:50:41 GMT
His squinted eyes looked up from the ugly tiled floor to the taller man standing in the doorway. He shifted uncomfortably on the exam table, squirming around until he was free of the black uniform shirt, shoulders slumping forward as he sat quiet in just his wifebeater and black pants. Tossing the dark material towards the other end of the table, Jason shrugged, his lips pursed. "I don't like hospitals. I don't like doctors and I don't like nurses. Aside from you, so I ask for you to..spare them the aggravation." He held his arm out to him, running his eyes up the chorus of the long body infront of him, eyes glancing toward the pressure cuff. "I don't need that." he grumbled.
He sat up a little more, holding his arm out straight while he turned his hand into a fist, opening it up to wiggle his fingers around as his eyebrows knit to the feeling going through his entire arm. "You think they hate you cause of that..?" he looked up from his hand to meet his eyes with an eyebrow raised. His head shook, and Jason looked back down to the floor, narrowed eyes barely peering up at him. "You told them stuff? It's not like..it's any of their business, Griff."
His other arm reached across his chest, pulling at the velcro around his arm with a groan and a roll of his eyes, giving his arms a few shakes to get the blood flow pumping back through it normally. "I really don't need that stupid thing." he turned his head, looking up at him, eyes growing soft. "So they say things, huh?"
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Post by Griffin Cole on Aug 7, 2006 22:59:55 GMT
"I'd love to be able to put, He's fine, because the patient said he was fine." he undid the velcro slowly, letting it fall at Jason's side, hand gripping his arm still, fingertips brushing over the dark pink scar on his shoulder, swallowing hard. he pursed his pink lips into a thin line, grabbing for the therometer in his pocket, shaking his hand a little before he nudged it towards the other man's pouty lips. "I don't say shit, actually. Apparently you miss a few nights of sleep, and start to look like you maybe don't care too much anymore, people start assume. " he looked up at him, pen dropping against the chart after he documented the numbers, sliding the therometer from his mouth.
He nodded, hands resting on either side of Jason's knees, shrugging a little, trying to make himself just a little smaller, closer to his height, so now out of all those other times when he'd wanted to just disappear, he could feel safe around him, like the smaller man could hold him and not risk being smushed under his long arms and long legs. "Nothin' bad. Just..there's apparently a cute nurse in pediatrics who's been single awhile. They keep trying to give me her number.."
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Post by Jason Carlson on Aug 7, 2006 23:14:21 GMT
"You tell a nice little white lie. Just say everything was fine. Whatever the hell it is you're supposed to write on that chart, and then I can get out of here." He smiled up at him, dimples piercing each cheek as he flashed him some teeth and sincere eyes. His features dropped and he quickly snarled at the site of the therometer. His eyes narrowed as he took it between his lips, muttering under his breath. "So then you tell them everything is fine. That it's just a few nights of missed sleep. You don't let them assume." he wipped at his mouth with his hand, sitting forward to glance at the writing on the chart.
He looked into his eyes and frowned, moving his hands down to rest over top of his. Flicking his tongue out to lick the corner of his lips, he gave in with a light hearted sigh, slipping his fingers between his. "You didn't take it, did you? Cause if you did I want it.." his up lip curled up when he snarled, hands gripping Griffin's in a protective manner. "Just cause we're over doesn't mean.." he huffed, dipping his shoulders. "Nevermind. Am I okay? Can I go now?"
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Post by Griffin Cole on Aug 7, 2006 23:26:36 GMT
He shook his head, hands pressed over his shoulder after shaking Jason's hands from his, and rotated it back, hissing at the pull of the muscle under his fingers. He nearly bit through his bottom lip, teeth sinking into flesh hard, remembering the nights Jason had his hand in a fist and refused to look at him when he tried to keep his shoulder from stiffening up. First few nights he'd stayed up , wincing in sympathy every time the man turned over in his sleep in pain, sliding his hand under the bandage to keep pressure off the wound that had managed cut through muscle and nerve. Griffin shook his head,rotating his shoulder back towards his body. "I'm just a nurse. You still have to see the doctor, Jay." he said quietly, eyes closed as he rotated it back, remembering back when the wound had started to heal and Jason started laugh and smile alot more, those same dimples happened more and more the more the wound healed up on its own.
"Just because we're over doesn't mean what?" he brought his hand up to massage the muscle, looking down at the chart. His eyes scanned over all his notes, flipping over to the next page, his face falling as he read over Mary's notes from the time a few months back when he'd rushed Jason in on his day off, because of a fever. Not so much the fever worried him, but the way his shoulder puffed, and the scar was hot to the touch. He remembered sitting in the chair beside the hospital bed, much like he'd done months before, hands wrung, forehead wrinkled, eyebrows knit in worry. "I didn't take it." he took the chart to his chest, smiling at him softly, "as much as I try, I just can't...find myself attracted to girls." he blushed a little.
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Post by Jason Carlson on Aug 7, 2006 23:44:51 GMT
He closed his eyes and bit down on the inside of his bottom lip to pinch back the urge to hiss or whimper, his shoulder pushing forward and out toward the motion of the large hands nearly covering the entirity of his one shoulder. Jason swallowed hard, eyes blinking open to stare at Griffin's face, lips curling under into thin lines of pink while he attempted focusing on anything but their history and past. The movement and feel of his hands making it near impossible. He took in a deep breath, curling his fingers around the edge of the exam table, letting his arm be moved about freely. "I don't wanna see the stupid doctor. I'm tired of seeing doctors. Can't you just tell them I'm fine?" his eyes grew wide, bottom lip on the edge of pouting as he searched his eyes frantic, looking sad. "I'm tired of hearing what they have to tell me.."
He licked his lips again, shrugging numbly. "Doesn't mean I don't care. Or that..I won't find it hard to see you with someone else." Jason watched him with an intense gaze, his eyes taking in his features. He reached out with a shaky hand to brush the bangs away from his eyes, squinted eyes trying to read him. "Normally don't make that kind of smile when the conversation is about my jealousy and dislike toward thinking of you with others.." he pushed his bangs back once again, dropping his hand down to his lap as he frowned at him. "How long do I gotta wait?"
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Post by Griffin Cole on Aug 7, 2006 23:56:06 GMT
He dropped the chart back down beside him, his large hands cupping his face, eyes fluttering shut, stepping closer to stand between the man's legs. "You're fourth in line. Half an hour tops. A doctor will come in, tell you it's healing fine, you're okay, and you're back to working behind a desk before your lunch break is over." he bowed his head to kiss him softly, pulling back to look back down at him. He kissed his forehead, his hands sliding down to brush over his jaw, and rested on his shoulders. Shaking his head, he reached for the chart, and pushed himself back, jumping a little when his back hit the front of the sink, hissing loudly. "You think..." he sank down to his knees, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Really? Really think while I live under the same roof as you, you, my first boyfriend, that I'd go out.." he shook his head, hands folded over his neck as he let out a groan. "If...if it ever happens." he looked back up at him, blue eyes shadowed nearly gray and squinting again, shoulders hunched and tensed, "It's not gonna be a woman. Just know that." he picked the chart up from the floor, hugging it to his chest, and tucked the pen behind his ear. "I have to work overtime tonight. Go um..get takeout or something. Pick me up something, too?"
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Post by Jason Carlson on Aug 8, 2006 0:13:23 GMT
He brought his hands up over his, threading his fingers through as he tilted his chin up and kissed him back softly, sighing against his mouth. "I hate working behind the desk it's..like watching dry paint get dryer and people call non stop, half the time over stupid things.." He dropped his hands back down, sad eyes scanning his while he watched him pull back and move away, hishand shooting out to grab onto the waistband of his scrubs. "Seriously need to watch how you move.." he let go, lowering his gaze when Griffin moved down onto his knees "I don't know. Maybe? I don't want to be the reason you don't. Same time I like being that reason. But..I can't keep you locked away forever when we aren't even together anymore.." he brushed his ifngers through his hair again, sliding his hand around to cup the back of his neck, smoothing his palm up into the back of his hair. "Guy or girl. It wouldn't make a difference and you know that." he pulled his hand back to himself as if it were on fire, sad eyes watching him while he nodded. "Yeah um..okay. Chinese? Pizza..?" he cleared his throat, reaching up to rub at his own shoulder. "Call if you're gonna be really late..?"
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Post by Griffin Cole on Aug 8, 2006 0:34:44 GMT
When he met him, he was a loud guy. There was this fire in his eyes, and loud voice from somewhere down in his chest.Jason used to speak firm and sure, always looking people in the eye. It had been one of the many things about him that'd made his knees weak, his heart swoon. That, and the way the corner of his lips curled when he was thinking.
It'd been quick and fast the way he looked down and fell in love with his green eyes that always darkened and never moved from his own blue eyes after they'd kissed the first time. He remembered it like yesterday, because for the longest time Jason wouldn't stop teasing him about eating tuna for lunch for a month straight. It'd been on sale at the grocery store, and like a guy who wasn't quite sure how to live on his own, he'd bought more than he'd needed. When the funds ran low, it was all he could afford to eat really. He hadn't meant to, at that time to kiss him, not with mayonnaise on the corner of his mouth, crumbs still on his scrub pants that always hung dangerously low off his narrow hips. "Don't care, really. Just something..to eat, I guess." he shrugged, licking at his bottom lip slowly before sucking it back between his teeth.
"you don't talk to me at home, but come in here, and you're.." he shook his head, stretching his arms over his head, and walked back towards the door,leaning agaiinst it, leg bent, foot pressed against the heavy particle board. "I'm not. I'm waiting for you...whatever it is you told me you were doing..and had to do on your own." he turned, hand wrapped around the doorknob.
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Post by Jason Carlson on Aug 8, 2006 0:46:28 GMT
There was the site he hated the most, one hand on the door, eyes looking like they were ready to overflow with tears. If there was ne thing that kept Jason up at night it was his on going battle with himself trying to figure out the how and why. How he fell in love with someone so fast, and why he was hurting that person. "It's not like that!"
He removed his hand from his shoulder, scared wet eyes staring across the room at the tall figure in the doorway. "I thought we agreed this ended on mutal terms? Now it's all on me? Now we're..waiting for me?" he shrugged sadly, eyebrows raising as a look of devastation crossed his face. "What am I supposed to say to you at home? Somehow..talking to you about my job doesn't seem right. You always get that same look, like..like you think something can happen to me behind the desk. Am I supposed to make conversation about the basketball game?" he blinked back the set of tears, head shaking, feet dropping back to the floor with the loud clunking sound of his boots.
"Don't walk away. I'll just go. You said everything is fine right? So why do I need to see a doctor? I'll just leave. More important patients around." he picked his shirt up off the exam table, moving slow as he slid back into it. "This?," he tugged the collar of the shirt, adjusting it before fumbling with the wrist cuffs. "Isn't something we should talk about here."
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Post by Griffin Cole on Aug 8, 2006 0:57:25 GMT
He turned around, wrapping his arms around his shoulder, his forehead resting against the top of his head, the squinting easing up as he closed his eyes with a sigh. "When are we goign to talk about it?" he whispered into his ear, exhaling softly against the skin. "you make me sad, not because I worry about you, and your job. Or having to be pulled from a patient to run and cover my hands in your blood...watch you struggle to become half the person you were before we even met." he took a step back, hands on his shoulders as he searched Jason's eyes. "You make me sad because...it happened so fast, and you were everything, but you were my best friend too, and you just...you pulled away. All of you...was taken from me."
His hands clasped the front of his shirt, buttoning up the dark fabric with shaky hands, cursing under his breath each time his fingers slipped and he had to struggle to get another small black button into the buttonhole. eyebrows knit. "All I did...was check your tempature and your blood pressure. The doctor can run tests..make sure everythings okay.." he said in a near whisper, his voice cracking as he turned to look away. smoothing his hand over his chest.
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Post by Jason Carlson on Aug 8, 2006 1:19:28 GMT
He wrapped his arms around his lower waist loosely, dropping his forehead to rest against the base of throat, eyes fluttering shut as he sighed and fisted handfuls of the material of his shirt in his hands. "I don't know..whole talking deal scares me." he mumbled against his chest, relaxing his hands over the small of his back. "I didn't want to drag you down with this. Why do you think I was so scared when we moved in together? I've never..people don't take care of me. I take care of people. It was all new to me. And to throw so much on you.." He shrugged, looking down at their feet, eyes looking tired, worn out and still sad. "If you wanna talk about it. We can tonight..whenever you get home from work?"
"Still can't work the hands of doom right, huh?" he laughed sadly, pushing one of the buttons through the hole in the proper place. He swallowed hard, cleared his throat and reached up to turn his face back to him. "You want me to stay? If you want me to stay..get poked and proded, I will. Just..can you be in the room?" he lay his hand over his, studying his eyes. "You know how I get. I don't wanna end up punching one of your bosses out." he brushed his thumb down his hand, stopping it to rest over the pulse of his wrist.
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Post by Griffin Cole on Aug 8, 2006 1:29:27 GMT
"You gotta wear a gown. They're going to want to see the shoulder." he leaned down to kiss him softly, slowly deepening the kiss as his fingers ducked in and out of the button holes, pushing the shirt back off of his shoulders, tossing it beside Jason. One large hand cupped his face, trailing his thumb under his bottom lip before returning to the kiss, eyes finally shutting closed as he pressed back into another kiss, hand gripping his arm. "Don't know who you're going to see.." he muttered between kisses, "It's on the chart" he slid his hand down to rest over the top of his leg, "I'll try." he leaned back, wiping his lips against the back of his hand, "I....have other patients, Jay." long fingers cupped his chin, tilting the other man's chin up to kiss him square on the mouth.
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Post by Jason Carlson on Aug 8, 2006 4:28:16 GMT
"..The pants stay on. I refuse to..God there is no way I'm taking my pants off. Just, no? Please?" he kissed him back with a sigh, his strong shoulders shrugging back to assist him in getting the shirt off once again. He braced one hand on his waist, fingertips digging into the slender, narrow hips as he lifted his chin up to him, meeting every single one of his kisses. Jason's other hand rose up to the side of Griffin's neck, clasping over it. "There's other nurses? You can't just ask for half hour? Forty five minutes? You said they all..look at you and assume anyway." he leaned up, meeting him half way with the kiss, shoulders curling forward as he pulled back from him, a far distance between them. "If you gotta go..go. But don't get mad when I knock the doctor out?" he whipped the corner of his mouth, lips curling up into a quick smirk.
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Post by Griffin Cole on Aug 8, 2006 22:05:33 GMT
It made him smile. It was pure Jason, sitting on the exam table looking like a little boy, angry little boy. Griffin tucked his chin to his chest, trying to hide his blush and the dimples that cut into his cheeks. "No Jay" his large hand sat easily around Jason's knee, thumb brushing along the inside of his leg, "Not that kind of exam. You can keep your pants on." he smoothed his hand up to cup his cheek, brushing his finger along the other man's cheekbone. His hands dropped to roll his wifebeater up around his chest, helping him undress slowly tugging his undershirt up over his head without Jason having to lift the sore muscles that always seemed to ache lately. He swore he could have done that in his sleep, sliding his hands over the man's side, rolling the fabric up enough that the other man just had to duck his head down and he was naked. He'd practiced on himself, hating the way his heart lurched whenever he had to help him dress, and Jason clinched his jaw, closing his pained eyes, and letting out a small laugh whenever it was over. "You know, this is the big exam. This is the one to see if you can go back on duty. You think you'd be a little more.." he sighed, heavy breath blowing the bangs from his eyes, looking up to catch Jason's eyes and looked away shyly. "Let me go get the doctor." he bent down, cheek brushing against the inside of his calf as he pulled a gown from the drawer under his feet, tossing it onto his lap. "I'll be right back."
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