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Post by DR AARON SHUTT on Dec 17, 2011 2:33:56 GMT 9.5
 ((ooc: yeah, that's Aaron at the beginning of the thread. I won't show what he's like after. Mostly because I don't have a picture of that. This thread is set after The Doctor Can See You Now ))
Aaron was satisfied with the work he had done at Old City Sanctuary. It was nice to know that there were some people just as neurotic as him, or people who had even lousier lives. Aaron hated himself for thinking such thoughts. Schadenfraude was not something he liked to indulge in. Aaron had gone from feeling pretty okay with himself, to mentally kicking himself, all within a matter in a matter of minutes of leaving the Sanctuary.
He still had a couple of hours until his plane to New York was due to arrive, so Aaron took the time to try and find Michael and Adam. Aaron suspected it would be a futile hunt, but he had to at least try. So he wandered the streets and alleyways. It didn’t take long until he was lost again.
Aaron missed his plane, but he didn’t know; he never even checked his watch. Aaron just kept on looking, searching. Aaron searched as though his life depended on it, growing more and more desperate. A perceptive person may have seen that Aaron wasn’t really searching for Adam and Michael, he was seeking redemption. Unfortunately, Aaron was never a smart person when it came to himself.
He knew when he was in trouble though. At least, he knew it now. He knew it the very second he saw three guys coming towards him. One was very familiar. He had a scar across his face and a fresh contusion on his forehead. It was the same guy Aaron stopped from assaulting that woman in the bar. Was he really still pissed about that?
Apparently so, because one of his goons headbutted Aaron without warning. Aaron tried to put up a fight, even knocking the wind out of one of the big guys. There were three of them though, and only one of him. Six feet kicking him. Six fists punching him.
Aaron crouched into a ball, trying to protect his head, but it wasn’t much use. The pounding was relentless, a fresh wave of pain with every hit. It seemed to last an eternity and there was nothing he could do to stop it. If Aaron tried to attack, it just left himself exposed.
It was over relatively quickly, but Aaron was a bloody broken mess by the time it was over. He couldn’t even see his attackers, and by the time he’d gotten the blood out of his eyes, they were gone.
Aaron tried to stand, but his knees weren’t the strongest at the best of times. Now, they were completely useless. Just like his right arm. Aaron couldn’t tell if it was dislocated or just broken. It was a shame either way. If his arm was functioning, he’d be able to set his nose. It was broken, throbbing and blocked with blood.
He tried to catalogue the rest of his injuries, but there were too many to count. It didn’t help that Aaron had suffered several blows to the head. The concussion was moderate, so Aaron knew to stay awake. He crawled as far as he could, further into the alley, into the darkness.
Despite the pain, Aaron could feel the exhaustion start to catch up on him. He probably should have got some sleep back at the Sanctuary, but it was too late to think about that now. All Aaron could think about was the fact he had failed in his search.
Aaron knew that if he went to sleep, there was a chance he may not wake up again. He was a neurosurgeon, it was basic knowledge. Still, he was so tired. Weary, too. No matter how hard he fought, Aaron’s eyes still closed. It hurt to breathe. But eventually, everything just faded away, even the feelings of failure.
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Post by ADAM WORTH on Dec 17, 2011 5:31:17 GMT 9.5
[ooc] In Adam Worth's story-arc timeline, this is set after BreadcrumbsThe encounter was close--too close. He was just a split second too late--she had seen him. After that, hiding away would be suspicious, even the refined teleportation device he brought along would more likely prompt a hunt for him than help his escape. Adam did manage to fool the old woman, as much as he wanted to lash out against her. She was alone then--while there were witnesses passing them by, it could be as simple as drawing a gun against her and pushing her into a dark alley and then teleporting them to a place of his advantage. But...Adam wasn't prepared, it wasn't his intended purpose for luring her out for easy spying, and it won't work, not when Concubine and Co. were expecting her to be back at a certain hour. After the awkward encounter, he left, hiding into the shadows and dark alleys as he made his way home. He wouldn't want to risk Helen trailing him like he did her, and it would be harder for her to if he slipped into a secluded area. Both hands tucked in his pants pocket, Adam hummed a tuned as he walked his usual alley. Then he stopped, eying a suspicious pile of.....human, not far away. He was a bloody mess--assuming that it's a male, or it could be a very large female. Adam squinted at the person, there was no obvious movement from the chest area. Is he still alive? He took cautious steps towards the person and stood right next to him. He's a male, alright, Adam noted. The man's limbs were sprawled out, an arm at a fairly odd angle, and the bruises that decorated his face rendered him almost unrecognizable. Should he call it in...? Anonymous tip won't be so anonymous if Adam were to use his cellphone, and there were no public phones nearby. He sighed. It would be inhumane to leave him here, if he were still alive, but at the same time.... Adam squatted down and gave the man's shoulder a gentle jab--that was when he saw it. "Doctor Shutt?" His eyebrows furrowed. Gingerly, he pulled out the wallet from the man's pocket and found his identification card--it was Aaron alright. "Are you....are you still alive?" he tried, hoping for any signs of life in the man. He was clearly out cold. Adam put a knee down to the cold concrete and leaned close to the man's face. Soft, shallow breaths beat upon Adam's face, and he pulled away with a sigh. He's alive, he thought, an unasked question directed at Hyde. He closed his eyes in anticipation, but the answer that came was unexpected Take him, Hyde instructed. I think he can help us. He could work for us. He explained, a hint of snide in the words. But Adam couldn't bring the man back by himself, and now with Michael living with him, having a badly wounded Aaron in his apartment could pose as a problem, especially if the boy finds him. There was only one place--his planned hideout should the Sanctuary ever find him. Having nothing valuable there, if things didn't go as Adam hoped or planned, it would be easier to pick a change of location. He pulled the teleportation device out of his pocket. Thus far, only 2 destination portals had been programmed--the penthouse apartment, and his emergency hideout. Pressing down on the second button, a portal open right next to them. Adam shrugged off his coat and manage to loop it under both Aaron's arms, then as gracefully as he could, he pulled the both of them through. The portal at the other end opened naturally, zipping shut as soon as the end soles of Aaron's shoes crossed the horizon line. "If only you were smaller!" Adam complained through gritted teeth. There was a pullout couch at the side of the room, a simple kitchen and a bathroom. Small, but just enough to get on his feet again should he need to. He sighed, leaving the man sprawled on the floor as he gathered the medical supplies. If he dies... Adam began. Then he dies, Hyde interrupted. But if he doesn't, he'd be of good use. It almost sounded like a promise. He knelt down next to the larger man and pulled on clean gloves, then with one hand, he held the material of the pants flat to the man's thigh and pulled the cover off the needle tip of the syringe--there was no way he was undressing the man. With one swift, firm jab, he injected the morphine into the Aaron's system, then set the his broken bones before dressing the wounds. Give him about a day, Hyde said. If he doesn't wake up on his own, I will.
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Post by DR AARON SHUTT on Dec 17, 2011 7:29:59 GMT 9.5
Time fixes all wounds, that’s what they say. It certainly helped in Aaron Shutt’s case. Aaron’s body finally got the rest he so often denied it. It probably could have done with longer, but as usual, Aaron’s body and his mind fought for… something. His mind was awake, although not fully functioning.
Aaron still felt the pain, even in his deep subconscious state. Gina was soothing him. Yeah, she was there. But it wasn’t her. It was her how he remembered her. Soft around the edges. But she felt just right. Still, Aaron couldn’t block the pain.
He refused to cry though, even as a child. There was no reason to cry, it wouldn’t achieve anything. His mom was too busy, his father wouldn’t care. Aaron remembered. His shelter built from books. The pages began to tear, and soon all that was left was the spine.
Aaron tossed, whimpering, as he felt sick, dizzy. He closed his eyes, but still the world span on. Med school. Blood and brains. It all went by in a blur. Too fast for Aaron to see, or interact with, or even remember. It hurt to think. Was this supposed to be his life?
Was he ever that young? Aaron couldn’t remember. But he must have been. So young, and so hopeful. He didn’t even know enough to be afraid. Aaron wondered if that was the man others saw. Aaron looked into the mirror, but couldn’t see anything in return.
Aaron saw the people who left. The people who he lost. Patients and colleagues. Friends who died. It seemed as though everybody left him in the end. Aaron learned young not to grow attached. Still, the divorce took him by surprise. Camille kissed him then kissed him goodbye. It was all very confusing.
Gina wasn’t confusing. She was straight forward. She was almost as cold as him. They helped warm each other up. The Chicago weather seemed more entertaining with someone to share it with. That was when he felt young.
The Chicago snow faded into London rain. And still the ache continued. Aaron’s heart was bursting with happiness, holding Gina close, letting her smile warm him. Then it was her blood on the snow. And Aaron’s heart was gone.
He burned the flowers. Burned the rest of London too. Yet there was one place Aaron didn’t burn. His prison. His personal purgatory. His work. There was no Sanctuary to be found there. Just danger. Aaron’s mind screamed about the danger. Told him to get out. But Aaron stayed. He cleaned. He filed the paperwork. Gina was dead. Aaron wasn’t. He was. He needed to avenge her. But he knew enough to be afraid.
The pain was too great and Aaron stirred. His eyes were open now.
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Post by ADAM WORTH on Dec 19, 2011 1:38:31 GMT 9.5
Adam sat by, pacing at intervals as he waited, sometimes allowing Hyde to surface when the temptation to call for medical professionals come close to overwhelming him. Hyde was right--they need him, and there will be no way to explain anything if Aaron was brought in. What was Adam doing there? Who was Aaron's emergency contact? He has lost his wife, and the possibility of someone from the Sanctuary filling that slot on a form stands. What if someone from the Sanctuary was contacted, or worse, Helen appears? They would have to risk Aaron dying on them. If all else fails, maybe Druitt, or Tesla would help him. As much as both of them love Helen, they don't bide by her every orders--at least, He was sure of that about Druitt, having his life saved by the man twice, against Helen's wishes or...instructions, and Tesla--it would be easy to spin matters into the light of new discovery and knowledge to be acquired. The vampire would cave, and besides, saving a dying man was more of a miracle than a twisted experiment.
The man turned, mumbling what sounded like a mesh of consonants, incoherent. There was a pause with Adam's constant gnawing at his nail as he turned, furrowing his brows while he tried to make out what Aaron was saying. Was deliriousness a good sign? Adam wasn't sure. As much as he was a man of science, medicine was not his forte. Magnus and Watson would know. Adam laughed at the thought--even if they do, would they have saved Aaron? Adam shook his head, somehow already knowing the answer. Helen took Imogene away, but gave him Hyde. A gift, he had came to realize, who is going to save Imogene.
Tired of the constant pacing, he sunk into the couch with his eyes still on Aaron. The man was still in pain--should Adam give him more morphine? What if he was allergic? But if he is, there would have already been consequences. Then Aaron stirred, causing Adam to sit up in attention. The man's eyes opened, and Adam slowly slid down from the couch and hovered over him.
"...Aaron?"
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Post by DR AARON SHUTT on Dec 19, 2011 11:45:54 GMT 9.5
The first time Aaron regained consciousness, it was only for a moment. The pain was overwhelming and yet growing. Aaron just had time to register someone, a male voice, call out his name. Aaron squinted, trying to clear his vision, but he could not.
Aaron’s bloody clothes were uncomfortable, but they were the least of his concerns. The pain was all he could register. At least he meant it was still alive. Aaron wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He didn’t have time to think, before he was pulled back into unconsciousness. His dreams stopped making sense, even to him.
The second time Aaron woke up, he was convinced it was a dream. He called out Adam’s name, like he had in so many dreams, yet this time Adam reacted. That confused Aaron. It was so hard to think, hard to focus. Aaron wanted to ask about Michael. Even though he couldn’t remember much, he knew he was concerned for the child. Aaron’s throat was too raw though, crushed and dehydrated. Aaron was unable to make another sound, and the pain that came from attempting to do so, made him pass out yet again.
The third time Aaron regained consciousness was a little more substantial. He thought about the briefcase he had left in the street. The files were in code, and his laptop was set to delete all files if the correct code wasn’t inputted within 24 hours. Still, Aaron could kick himself for leaving it behind. Then he remembered that he didn’t need to beat himself up. Others had done it for him.
His next thought was for Bullseye, back in New York. The dog suffered from separation anxiety. He would be concerned about Aaron. Aaron simply wished to reassure the creature, so he hissed in pain as he reached for his cellphone. The phone was in considerably better shape than Aaron. The battery was low, but Aaron dialled the number for Bullseye’s enclosure. He didn’t get very far before Worth snatched the phone off him. Aaron clearly wasn’t his usual self, because he defended his actions.
“I was just calling a patient.” Aaron argued, his voice so hoarse. “A dog.” Aaron hissed, almost offended. “Who else would I ring, the Sanctuary?” Aaron scoffed, despite the pain. As if they would care. There was nobody he could ring. Nobody to rescue him. Not that he needed saving. Not from Adam.
Suddenly, Aaron realised how pathetic it was, it all was. Aaron could have died and nobody would even notice, let alone care. He didn’t understand why Adam even bothered to save his life. He didn’t understand a lot. He did understand that the only call he wished to make was to a stupid, psychiatrically unstable dog. Aaron looked at Adam and deflated, awaiting the appropriate ridicule.
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Post by ADAM WORTH on Dec 19, 2011 22:59:15 GMT 9.5
Adam watched curiously as the man slipped in and out of conscious. Going where his interests and goals pulled him, medical observations and experiences wasn't something Adam had, perhaps other than that of Imogene's. He remembered the ordeal all too clearly, where Helen and James only stood, watched, then apologized repeatedly. They should be sorry--it was them after all, especially her, who refused to help. There should be a warning, Adam thought to himself. That when Helen Magnus says she will do everything she can, don't expect her to.
Perhaps now, in this century, Helen could understand Adam's rage. Perhaps--it was the key word. He did hear what happened to Ashley. Connections and networking was important after all, but unfortunately, once again, Helen had let the smitten boys to do the dirty work for her. It begs the question if John was doing it to impress Helen, or it was purely out for vengeance in destroying the thing that destroyed his daughter. Ashley was his flesh and blood after all.
Funny how she was the one who held the shotgun at my head back then, he mused, unsurprised nonetheless. It worked that way--the boys do the dirty work, she gets the biggest credit. And finally, Aaron seemed lucid enough. He reached out for his phone, just before Adam could take it away. He was going to wrestle the man for it until he claimed he was calling a patient. A dog? he raised an eyebrow. "Dogs don't--" he started to reason, then decided the doctor probably won't care. "I'll never know, will I?" Adam retorted at his scoff. "And on that thought," Adam reached out and wrenched the phone out of Aaron's hands. "No phone calls, not even to dogs, or cats, or any other type of possible, talking, human-language understanding animals," He said, keeping the phone out of reach.
Maybe the beating caused a brain bleed, Adam mused. Then better get everything out of him before he bleeds out. Hyde urged.
"What do you remember?"
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Post by DR AARON SHUTT on Dec 20, 2011 0:06:01 GMT 9.5
It was a good question. What did he remember?
“I don’t remember much, Adam.” Aaron spat out the other man’s name, frowning at his rudeness. He knew he usually wasn’t this rude. Yet there was a rage filling him. Or maybe that was pain. Either way, it hurt like a bitch and made Aaron unable to keep his mouth closed.
“I remember Michael.” Aaron squinted, trying to recall more clearly. It took his breath away when he did. Aaron spluttered, his lungs feeling as though they were on fire. “He looks like Gina.” Aaron closed his eyes. The pain was too much. He closed his eyes tighter, but still tears leaked out. Nobody had ever seen Aaron cry. Aaron never cried. Maybe Adam would understand though.
“Tell me about Imogene.” The words were out of Aaron’s mouth before he could stop them. Yeah, Aaron very much suspected he’d suffered some damage to the brain. He found himself not caring though. Gina’s voice was in his head telling him he should, but how could he care when he could hear her voice again?
Aaron ignored Worth’s response, still unable to focus. The pain was still excruciating, and Aaron suspected he may pass out again. Instead, he drew shapes in the dust on the floor. Square. Triangle. Circle. That meant he could operate again, right? He could be a brain surgeon again? He could be … something again?
No. That time had passed, Aaron finally remembered. He muttered something, about wanting to be useful. He tried to convince himself that he never wanted to be a father, repeating it over and over, like a madness mantra. Then he turned to Adam and told him to take good care of Michael. Aaron felt like he could just curl up into a ball and die. He had no reason to live. Some stupid dog was not a reason, it was an excuse.
The delirium should have faded by now, but it kept taking over. It would be so easy just to let it take him. Who would care if his brain swelled up too much? Who would care if he died? Aaron was so sick and tired of fighting. It was hard work being a nice guy, repressing all the anger and pain, just for the benefit of others who didn’t care. Aaron might as well give up. On everything.
Before he did though, before he planned on slipping into unconsciousness for a final time, two questions bubbled out of Aaron’s mouth: “Who am I, Adam? What’s the point?” Aaron needed there to be a point, a purpose to it all. Aaron could no longer think of one. Perhaps Adam could.
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Post by ADAM WORTH on Jan 19, 2012 9:27:55 GMT 9.5
Adam lowered his gaze with an inward sigh when Adam mentioned Michael. He hoped that the boy won't be brought up. Their last encounter in the middle of the street was long-winded, with the doctor begging endlessly for the boy to leave with him. Adam needed Michael, he wasn't going to give the boy up. He looked up at Adam's next statement and frowned.
Really...? Hyde rolled his eyes and Adam refrained from mimicking the gesture. Adam bit his lip to silent a sigh as tears sipped out from the doctor's eyes. Crying....Adam didn't know what to do with women crying, let alone men. He rubbed his face and then groaned when Imogene was mentioned. No, he didn't want to talk about his daughter--what was the point? She's gone, he wants her back, he's working on getting her back--the experiments were going somewhere though, and this new success with his teleportation device would come in handy with ensuring that his plans run smoothly, without fail.
"No." Adam murmured, looking back to the man and squinted at the figures he seemed to be drawing on the floor. The dust gave way to the single finger and formed clean shapes. He began to part his lips to question Aaron's actions but closed them, deciding that a drug and pain influenced response was not going to make much sense. In the next second, it was a point and case. Aaron started mumbling, voice monotonous, as though a chant.
"S-shut up!" he groaned, then ran a hand through his hair. "You are not making sense," he muttered, then stood up and walked circles before setting down on a different spot, fighting the urge to let Hyde take over to slap some sense into the already delirious man. Adam knelt next to the doctor again as he began to speak. He frowned at the question.
"Aaron. Aaron Shutt." Adam answered as though he was calling the man to consciousness. He was dumbfounded at the second question, but he wanted the man to keep fighting. There were questions--he had questions, he needed Aaron. In some alternate universe, there was the possibility that the two of them could work together. How far away that universe is from this one, Adam couldn't tell, but the number of times their paths have crossed presented even the slightest possibility of their partnership happening. He had to try. And with the second question, there could only be one answer.
"Gina. We can get her back."
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Post by DR AARON SHUTT on Jan 20, 2012 12:22:17 GMT 9.5
Aaron’s head lifted at the sound of Gina’s name, his eyes lit up with life and his heart seemed to leap at the thought. He blinked profusely, conflicted. His body betrayed his hope and need but his mind, what was left of it, argued with him.
“It’s not possible.” Aaron shook his head, wincing at the great pain it caused him, but he kept shaking his head. “It’s not ethical.” Then Aaron laughed, but he had to stop because of the pain, he cursed instead. “A world without her isn’t ethical, it’s not fair!” He sulked like a child, despite the fact he never sulked in his youth, merely acted out.
Aaron ignored the voice in his head, the one that sounded like Gina, the one that pleaded with him to see sense, the one that told him he was making a pact with the devil. She never knew about the Sanctuary, she never knew the truth. It somewhat altered the game play.
Aaron tried to take a calming breath. It hurt, but the pain helped to sober him up. What Adam suggested was too good to be true. Aaron should care about that, but he had spent his entire life caring and just couldn’t bring himself to do it anymore.
“We’ve got to bring her back.” Aaron said, his eyes and tone begging. Even in his crippled state, Aaron crawled to his knees. “We will bring her back.” Aaron was no longer questioning it. Usually, Aaron thought about all possible outcomes of a situation. The beating had made him a lot more single-minded. Failure wasn’t an option. Aaron would move heaven and earth to get her back. He needed her. It was as simple as that.
Aaron needed Adam, too. Adam had done a good job of tending to his wounds, but Aaron wasn’t out of the woods yet. The hospital wasn’t an option, for either of them. Still, like most doctors, Aaron made a lousy patient and it was unfair to put Adam through that. From now on, Aaron wanted to be his own Doctor, despite the fact he could barely move. Aaron growled slightly, in pain and frustration. He looked to Adam.
“So, what’s the plan?”
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Post by ADAM WORTH on Mar 3, 2012 9:09:00 GMT 9.5
Adam just stared patiently, searching the eyes of the desperate man in front of him. He urged Hyde for more time--they seem to be making progress in turning Aaron to their side. Hyde stood down, understanding that between the two, Adam was the one with more patience and more understanding of the human nature. Ironic, as it is, as nothing in his situation seems...human.
The outward debate of Aaron's interior struggle on ethical issues was the most curious to see. Adam saw a part of himself in the doctor in front of him. He knew, when someone as important to them as Imogene and Gina was in question, ethics would fly out of the window as easily as a warm butter would slide around a hot pan. At the man's sulks, Adam bit lightly on the inside of his cheeks to stop from breaking into a smile.
It's coming... he thought gleefully to Hyde and sensed the same mischievous joy from him. But when the words of determination finally spilled from the doctor's lips, Adam could no longer hold it in. He let the smile spread, then break into a grin. "That's my boy," he whispered, almost with pride. As Aaron crawled to his knees and turned with begging eyes towards Adam, he raised his hands, cupped the sides of the doctor's face and looked into his eyes. "We will," he said. "We will," he repeated, this time with more confidence, and let out a laugh. "Together, we will do great things, Aaron Shutt."
At the question, Adam wet his lips and swung the doctor's arm around his shoulders, then gingerly lifted him up to the couch. "First, we get you fixed." he said as he settled the man down on the furniture. "I'll need your help." he said, snaking out from under Aaron's arm. "Tell me what we can do to make you better--physically."
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Post by DR AARON SHUTT on Mar 6, 2012 2:57:29 GMT 9.5
Aaron thought about the question. It was a tough question to answer. Physically, there wasn’t a lot that could be done. It had been a while since he was a neurosurgeon, and even longer since he was a general Doctor.
He winced in pain as he tried to mentally catalogue his wounds. Going from the top, his head was a mess, but he was still alive. He may have to sew up the wound above his eye though, still prone to bleeding. He could tell his nose was wrong without even looking, but it was already starting to heal crooked. Aaron would have to get the nerve to break it again order to realign the bone.
He didn’t try to speak just yet. His throat was still recovering from being crushed. Some anti-inflammatories might reduce the swelling and make it easier to breathe. Aaron doubted that though, as he used his one good arm to gauge how many ribs he’d broken. Aaron lost count of how many he’d cracked, but thankfully, he wouldn’t have to do surgery to remove any loose ones.
Using his left hand, Aaron was able to determine that his right clavicle bone was fractured, and tried to use his bloodied shirt as a sling, but he couldn’t do it. He just sat there, shivering in his undershirt and torn pants, collecting himself for a moment before continuing his diagnosis.
He looked down at his knees. Cloth was caught between the blood, gravel and bone fragments. Aaron would have to operate, to pick out the pieces of bone before they could travel through his blood stream and cause more harm. A scalpel, some tweezers and a magnifying glass should do it. Something to make them sterile, and a steady pair of hands wouldn’t go amiss either.
His left ankle was a mess too. The bone had been roughly poked back into the right place, but there was little to keep it there. Bandages wouldn’t do, so Aaron would have to find a way to get some plaster for a cast.
It only took a few moments for Aaron to catalogue his wounds, but the truth was that all he wanted to do was have a shower and wash the dirt and grime away, even though that would increase the chance of infection. That wasn’t the answer Adam wanted, so Aaron didn’t give it to him.
“I need…” It was hard to breathe and even harder to speak. “some plaster to make a cast… some crutches… a sling for my arm… mirror, scalpel… magnifier… tweezers… and some new clothes.” Aaron smiled humorlessly; grateful he managed to make it to the end of the list without passing out. He paused before daring to ask, “some more Morphine too, if you have any.” Aaron knew the dangers of addiction, but at the moment he didn’t care, and that scared him a little.
“I’m gonna be fine, Adam.” Aaron insisted, a little forcefully and mostly to himself. “I swear I’m not going to let you down. I’m not going to let Gina down.” Aaron paused, “You’ve already done so much for me…” He chuckled painfully, hating what he was about to say, “But what will really physically make me better is…” Aaron scoffed through the pain, “Time.”
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