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[cutslikeaspade]

Well, he was out of Percocet. Which sucked. Therefore, it was time to deal with the problem and get it the hell over with. So, in the wee hours of the morning, he headed to Heart castle and the offices of one Itzhak Operman, serving as the doctor for the Heart Suit. No way in hell was he about to trust anyone else at his back, knife in hand; at

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It was actually not until 7:30 in the morning that the doctor arrived at his office with coffee and newspaper (the New York Times--don't ask how he gets it delivered). He unlocked the door, steps inside and turned to his desk, and it was a moment before he realized there was a dark-haired man on the table, waiting.

"Gevalt! Are you trying to make me plotz?"

There was a moment between seeing and recognizing Ethan, but once he placed the spade, he frowned deeply. "What's this?"

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Ethan snickered. "Guten morgen, Herr Doktor." God, his German was getting rusty and the accent hurt even his own ears. But the throbbing pain in his back forestalled any further shenanigans and he sobered abruptly.

"I need a favor, Itchy." He hesitated only the slightest before adding, "...off the books, as it might be. Please."

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"Don't you Spades have a doctor, now?" There's actual surprise in Itchy's voice as he begins his daily morning inventory and checks on the office.

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"You really expect me to turn my back on a Spade doctor, Itchy?" Ethan snorted. "Besides, the bloke's...a little weird, if you ask me."

And that spoke volumes in itself, coming from Ethan. But he'd whine if he had to. "C'mon, Itchy, pleeeease?"

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"Tell me about him." Itchy hadn't had a chance to size up this Spade Doctor, but his own tolerance was mixed--he himself didn't have a medical license anymore, but here there were Spades trusting him; he had no doubt that David had looked up his exact story at one point or another. The demons in his closet told him, as the joke between them went.

"Tell me everything you know about him, as I'm working." It was a fair price, really.

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Fair enough. Ethan really didn't know much detail-wise, but he'd always trusted his instincts and those instincts had started clamoring on high alert the first sentence they exchanged.

Nevertheless, he shrugged off his shirt somewhat gingerly, hissing in pain as muscles in his back stretched. The gash running from his left side around to the small of his back was hurting like a bitch, and was probably in bad shape. But then, getting sewn up with a fishhook and a ragged piece of twine by a ham-fisted Cossack hadn't been his first choice, either. He'd been chewing enough of the pain medication to keep his mind focused on everything else, but the wound was by now getting insistent.

"He's...creepy. A bit hesitant in speaking and mannerisms, as if he's overthinking every...little...gesture," Ethan demonstrated, chewing on the inside of his cheek to keep from whimpering.

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Itchy examined the wound and sighed. "The stitches will need to come out and I'll put better ones in. Need something for the pain?"

As he washed his hands, he looked over at Ethan. "So, you think he's hiding something and being very conscientious to cover it?"

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"Yeah, I figured. " He sighed and leaned over a bit more. "A shot of morphine'd be divine, Herr Doktor."

And then maybe he'd be able to sleep.

But getting back to the new sawbones... "More than likely. He's in Spade castle, after all." He snorted. "There's probably a reason we can't keep one for more than a year or so."