Who: Wesley and Dok When: This evening, just around dusk Where: Dok's house What: Someone gets out of the hospital a little earlier than expected. Status: Closed/Incomplete
The ladder at the end of the foyer wobbled precariously, supporting a somewhat tall young man who stretched and leaned dangerously close to the back wall, a strip of what looked almost like motion sensors in one hand. A single, thread-thin wire wrapped around the other hand, invisible against the paint of the wall. With a nervous lick of a lip, Wes shifted and pressed the strip of mirco-cameras into place. From floor level they'd hardly be noticable, and by the time the camoflage system was active, Dok wouldn't suspect a thing
( ... )
Rage, confusion and a smoldering sense of almost palpable betrayal completely overcame the doctor, temporarily blinding him, rendering his extremities just numb enough that he couldn't feel the slip of the bag or the prescription that had pried itself from his fingers to float to the bottom of the staircase
( ... )
If Wesley were older and more mature, he would have let Dok have his chance to be outraged--which he was entitled to--before very calmly explaining why he thought it necessary to bug his home.
But that one split-second expression of disappointment stabbed deep and turned like a triple-bladed dagger, stirring his own frustrations, disappointment in himself, and the fear that had driven him to do it, killing any chance of being the reasoned one in the discussion.
"Like you couldn't have done the same if you were so worried, or, I don't know, asked someone to check on me? It's not like I'm on another planet! Although the way you've been acting I may as well be, apparently." Wes balled the wire left in his hand and threw it to the ground in a way that said he wished it weighed more. He needed something to throw
( ... )
Upon being faced with the flipped situation, Dok stopped for a second. Wouldn't he have done the same? The answer was a resounding 'Yes' -- albeit after making absolutely sure that there was no other alternative. The realization lowered his shoulders for a brief moment before they tightened again to hear the accusation.
"What the hell are you talking about, the way I've been acting?! You're the one that just decided to stop talking to me! I told you more than I'd tell anyone! Or have you just entirely forgotten how invested I actually am in my relationship with you
( ... )
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But that one split-second expression of disappointment stabbed deep and turned like a triple-bladed dagger, stirring his own frustrations, disappointment in himself, and the fear that had driven him to do it, killing any chance of being the reasoned one in the discussion.
"Like you couldn't have done the same if you were so worried, or, I don't know, asked someone to check on me? It's not like I'm on another planet! Although the way you've been acting I may as well be, apparently." Wes balled the wire left in his hand and threw it to the ground in a way that said he wished it weighed more. He needed something to throw ( ... )
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"What the hell are you talking about, the way I've been acting?! You're the one that just decided to stop talking to me! I told you more than I'd tell anyone! Or have you just entirely forgotten how invested I actually am in my relationship with you ( ... )
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