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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:39 pm
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It was impressive how Jarett somehow managed to get himself to the local clinic, his vision flickering as the doors opened and he entered. It was clear by now at how sick he felt and how swollen his foot had stated to become when he shoved it into his boot that it was broken, perhaps even shattered on some spots. The man didn't know what to do for that, or even if something could be done for it, but he wasn't about to sit at home and just wallow in pain.
The least this place could do would be to offer him some painkillers and send him on his way, right? Right.
So it was with narrowed eyes (the lights were bright, they hurt a little) that the man made his way to the nearest counter and explained the problem, doing his best to stay standing though the pack on his back was getting heavier by the moment. Apparently whatever was inside wanted to be held in Jarett's hand or arms, not his satchel, as it had been doing this action several times on the route over. The man was rather lucky it was evening and no one was around or else he could have been mistaken for something he's not.
After signing in with the nurse and being shown to a waiting room, Jarett sat himself down with a thud and gingerly pulled his pant leg up, staring at the black and blue that was spreading. He glared over at the sack that rested at his side, his lips pursed.
"Well done. You've made a fine mess now."
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:14 pm
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"Ooh that looks bad." Came the cheerful voice from across the waiting room. The young teen, had been waiting for his papa to get off his shift so they could spend the rest of the evening together. Somehow he'd picked up on the man the moment he had entered. A strange feeling so heavy it made it hard to breath. Titling his head he squinted a curious eye a Jarett, then he shrugged it off in favor of the nasty bruising.
Moving over to him, he knelt before the hurt foot. "I'm in training to be a doctor, I can look at that for you." He offered but before he could do anything strong hands rest on his shoulders shoving him aside.
"Don't touch it kid, he's got a broken foot." Marijus had showed up on the scene, already certain that man had gone and broke his foot. The way the foot sat despite being in a boot (which was just stupid in the first place), made it obvious something was out of place at the very least. "Let me take a look." Kneeling before Jarred, Marijus took the leg firmly in hand, keeping the man's foot stable from any sudden movements. Staring at it long and hard he stood to his own healthy feet and snorted. "Yep broken. Gonna need a cast for that mister..." Walking off he waved the man away, "Lets go kid." It really wasn't his problem he was off work now and not about to take on another patient.
"PAPA! Where are you going?" Cada quickly jumped to his feet snagging his papa by his shirt halting his movements. "You can't just leave him sitting here. We have to help."
"We?" Looking at Jarett then back at his son, Marijus sighed inwardly, groaning his displeasure. "I don't want to." He eventually bleated out under his breath but with Cadaver present, he could never get away with leaving a patient waiting. "Alright.." Moving toward the front desk he pulled a coat off the rack and snagged a clipboard. Once he returned he glared at Cada. "Well help the man to his feet, lets take him to the back." Leading the way, he left Cada to do as told grumbling the whole time.
"Sorry about my papa, he's a grumpy man. Let me help you though, just lean on me." Eying the man's bag he suddenly got that heavy feeling in his chest like before. Could it be? "Um did you need help with your bag?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 2:53 pm
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Jarett frowned at the way the man was acting towards him, his own mind slightly prejudiced against doctors from the time of his childhood, but when the odd-looking teen who had first approached him managed to get the grumpy man to stop...he was mildly surprised. He half-expected the man to just keep going, not actually stop and care, so he'd have to apologize later for thinking rude thoughts.
He kept silent for a moment or two until asked something by the teen, but before he could answer the bag floated itself off the chair where it was resting. It stopped after being a few feet in the air, and with a tug of his hand Jarett found he could pull it along without any problems. It didn't even surprise him anymore what the bottle inside was doing, his mind too tired to even try and be rational.
"No, it seems everything will be fine. Thank you."
He moved and leaned against the boy before taking the weight off his foot, causing whatever pressure he would be putting on Cada's shoulder to almost double itself. It was amazing how he'd gotten so far without feeling so bad, but perhaps it was because he knew he could relax from this point on that he allowed for a touch of pathetic to shine through.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 4:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 8:17 pm
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"My name is Jarett Brennan. I am-"
Jarett was sat down in the chair, wincing heavily as the bag that had carelessly floated at this side the whole time came crashing into the ground with a large crack. He glanced over at it with a look of displeasure on his face, upset at having been interrupted while trying to speak, yet the bag did nothing to respond like it would have before. Perhaps the object inside was done doing whatever it was that drove a bottle to be ridiculous.
"I was struck on the foot by an object in my home. A bottle, if you will."
The man was well aware of how ridiculous that sounded, he being an adult and most adults having the decency to back away from anything that fell in their direction. It would have had to have been something really heavy too to break a grown man's foot, nothing simple like a book. A bookcase, perhaps.
"This bottle here."
Jarett reached into his bag and pulled out the offending object, the glass looking no worse for the wear despite having crashed down into so many things along the way here and only moments ago. If anything the glass seemed to be shining, like it was beaming with some form of bottle-ish pride, and Jarett frowned as he looked it over.
"It may not seem like much, but that object there has been giving me quite a bit of grief since my first discovery of it. I'm starting to believe things that are impossible for a man of my place to see, but. . .well, do see."
Without any thought Jarett tossed the bottle at the ground, intent to make it contact, when the bottle seemed to suddenly stop and hover mere centimeters from contact. It floated back up, as if weightless, and hovered over one of the man's feet. It happened to be over his bruised one and seemed to know it, for within seconds of elevation it came crashing back down - only to miss by Jarett's quick movements. The floor was not so lucky for the contact, now spouting a small crater.
"As you can see."
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 8:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 9:34 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:51 pm
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The bottle seemed to be pleased(?) at the compliments that came its way, the little bugger hovering up into the air before repeating its crash to the ground. Jarett was praying deep inside that the clinic wouldn't charge him anything for the damage some strange object was causing, but then again he could never be sure about anything.
If and when a child came, as the black-haired man was slowly trying to understand, would it remember as well? Breaking Jarett's foot, damaging property without much thought? He was almost terrified to think of what a child could do to his collection of books.
"I don't really understand then why he came to me. A Dust that does nothing but attack me and leave me bruised and sometimes bloodied is suited for me? I do nothing but spend time in a museum, sorting through-"
Jarett had felt no pain while the doctor inspected his arms and one of his legs, though the moment Marijus's hands touched the leg possessing the broken foot a thin hiss of pain issued itself from his lips. His whole face seemed to grow paler as he exhaled, the breath almost a choking gasp, and after a moment or two he bit his lower lip to prevent any further cries. There was no need to thoroughly embarrass himself, not like this.
"Ah, yes, that....that hurt quite a bit."
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 2:46 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:22 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 2:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:49 pm
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"In terms of activity it gets quieter the later the day wears on, enough that it stops at night. It should be calming down soon, what with the sun having already set, but I'm not going to be definite on anything. This is all very new to me."
At home the bottle did act rather odd during the daytime hours that it spent with Jarett, the activities it performed increased early in the morning and slowing down as the hours passed. At night it was silent and appeared like a normal bottle, giving the weary man some time to rest. He gratefully took the crutches after his foot had been placed into the temporary cast, getting up from a seated position. The bottle merely clanged to the floor as the man rose, rolling over and bumping against the side of his foot. He bent to pick it up, amused at how little it weighed.
"Thank you again, Doctor. I really don't know what to do from here on out, but . . . ."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 1:32 pm
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