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[andgettingworse]

Day: 5
Characters: Axel (fiery_finale), Paul (andgettingworse)
Summary: A check on medication and shameless plotting with fire.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Afternoon, First Recreation Time (during the beginning of the party).
Status: Closed, Incomplete.

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[andgettingworse]

For just a short moment, Paul's lips spread into a grin that revealed sharp, messy teeth, when he whispered back, "Figured."

As if nothing had happened, he pushed his chair back and stood up, moving closer. "I gotta take your blood-pressure and all. Don't make a fuss, that's gonna take a few minutes."

He actually had to do it. There might be records required later on, and this was so small a point that he didn't want to risk it to eventually cause trouble and arise questions about the real intention of this meeting.

While he worked, measuring Axel's blood-pressure and pulse, taking notes and testing the patient's basic reflexes, he at least was close enough to whisper to him.

"Then listen well, shorttime." His voice was low and pragmatic, without giving time for interruption, only stopping briefly when the tests required it. "You do something that makes me happy, I do something that makes you happy. There'll be a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a pack of matches ready for you tomorrow. I give you a target and make sure they sleep, you take care of the rest. You only get one chance, shorttime, so don't mess up."

Interrupting his examination, Paul looked up at Axel's face, permanent black eyes still not blinking. "Got that, shorttime?"

[firaga]

Axel took note of the grin, keeping his planted firmly on his face, even when Paul moved to take his blood pressure. Axel flinched away from it slightly, mostly concerned for the fact Paul just might not find a pulse. Axel didn't know the anatomy of it, but could you have a pulse without a heart?

Something told Axel that wasn't his main focus though, as sure enough, he was whispering to him again. Tilting his head slightly, a look of thought on his face, he listened.

Axel wondered vaguely what he was playing at. Wasn't he part of the staff? Something was up if the guy didn't want anyone to overhear. Unless that was part of their game, to earn your trust. Maybe he hoped to call Axel's bluff.

Sliding his eyes shut, he let out a small laugh, obviously thrilled with the offer.

"One chance is more than enough," he whispered back, not raising a single protest about the poor victim. Really, Axel felt there was no possible way to mess it up. He was slightly curious as to who the victim would be, but as long as it wasn't anyone he knew, it'd be easy.

Too easy. He was already getting excited. Was this guy for real?

"So if I get it right this time, what comes next?" he mumbled. He couldn't help it, he was a selfish guy, and if there were more chances like this in the cards, he'd take them.

It wouldn't get him out, far from it, but it'd keep him entertained.

[andgettingworse]

If Paul noticed something weird in Axel's organism, he didn't show it. He had seen weird things at both Kingdom Hospitals, and with his own body rotting in his perception, he could accept a patient who lacked a heartbeat.

He was silent while taking notes, then measured Axel's weight and weight and whispering his reply at last. "Depends on you. If I'm happy, you're gonna be happy, too." He stopped the examination for a moment to look at Axel and smirk. "And if I'm not happy, there's no reason why you should be, is there?"

[firaga]

Axel was glad he didn't really bring it up. He had let it slip to Farfarello over the communicator his first day there, but after hearing what therapy sessions were like... Well, he'd kept it to himself for the most part. He didn't want to give them a reason to go digging around. Hell, not even Axel was sure what they'd find in there.

That had always been for the scientists to know, and he never cared to figure it out. He kind of loathed the fact he lacked one, anyway.

He was surprisingly well behaved for all the procedures, standing still and going through the motions as needed, that grin on his face the whole time. Not only did he get the chance to play with fire again, but this could open up alot more opportunity. Opportunity Axel did not want to pass up. If this member of the staff kept his promise, everyone involved would be happy.

Well, except the poor victims. But who cared about them, really? Sounded like there were worse things in this place than a few burns.

"No sir," he said, sarcasm lacing the what should have been polite response. "I'm happy if you're happy. Sounds easy enough." He raised a forefinger, tapping it to his temple for extra emphasis.

"Anything else, doc?" he said, in a normal volume. If anyone was listening, they'd be considered if the two had been quiet too long, wouldn't they? Plus, he had to keep up appearances. Copious amounts of sarcasm had to be given to the staff equally, right?

[andgettingworse]

Paul finished his notes, without any hurry, contemplating their deal. This had been easier than he had expected. He wasn't worried at all about the outcome - the man was crazy. Nobody would believe him anyway, should it come to a conflict of interests, and he himself had Doctor Horrible's backup, even if the poor doctor had no idea what was going on. Some people just had to be put out of the way, and really, there was only one patient who interested Paul at all. Other than him, the only ones who caught his interest would regret it. The problem was the security, as the last incident with Schrödinger had proven, but against that, he had Axel now. A pyromaniac who had no support from the staff, and who likely wouldn't risk his chance to play with fire in order to sell him out.

"Get enough sleep if you want to do something against your restlessness," he said loud enough for the microphones, and then added in a whisper, without even looking at Axel, "Do it at night."

[firaga]

At night? Well, that'd be a challenge. Unless this was what the guy wanted? Axel didn't doubt it. If he was serious about this little partnership, maybe he wanted to see how Axel did under pressure? Maybe he wanted him to get caught, too, just to see if he'd blab.

Well, if that was the case, Axel could guarantee he wouldn't be disappointed. If he did get caught, he wouldn't tell the staff how he got the stuff anyway. Leave them wondering, now that'd be a fun game. Plus, if he blabbed, how would he get matches the next time?

It reminded him vaguely of a meeting with Marluxia, long ago, where in order for Axel to prove himself, he'd been required to perform a similar task. Except, last time, someone had died in that incident.

Huh. Funny how these kind of things came around to bite you in the ass. Axel had suffered worse than bites, though, so he could handle it.

"Got it," he said loudly, adding a roll of his eyes. "Thanks for your concern," he added, grinning. Then, he lowered his voice again.

"No problem."

If the man wanted to call his bluff, he'd be sorely disappointed.

[andgettingworse]

Still writing and without looking up, Paul just commented, loud enough for the microphones to pick up, "Good, I'll see you tomorrow for the final check-up. Don't get yourself in trouble in the meantime, shorttime."

Then he put down his notes to give Axel a smirk, before leading him to the door and unlocking it.

"We're gonna have lots of fun together," he whispered, before pushing him outside.