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[dreaming_dex]

Who: Dexter Morgan, Brian Moser, Jezebel Desraeli
When: Port! You know that hour they have before they're supposed to come back...yup.
Where: A little outside the compound

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[dreaming_dex]

Dexter paused for a moment outside the large, hulking vehicle. The landscape really did look like something out of an old scifi flick, and that set off all sorts of danger signs in his mind. Dexter let out a long breath, attempting to organize the thoughts to the back of his head; his mind had to be focused

[argentum_mortis]

Jezebel's attention was divided only between Dexter, and the little creature clamped onto his hand, otherwise he would have been able to read the bloodlust on Brian's face plain as day.

"I know, I know," he muttered, pulling up his hand up slowly, hissing from the pain of pull on his wound. Blood soaked into the white of his sleeve, glowing bright vibrant red. "Come on, little one..." he murmured, until finally the creature was out

[twodaysinblood]

Acid as blood? Brian thought about the holes in the floor for barely more than a moment, more worried about Dexter than anything. Jezebel’s hand was bloody; the man was wincing in pain. Brian realised he probably wouldn’t be able to do anything more until he bandaged his hand. He was moving to help him when the Englishman made his suggestion, though phrased as a question, in a tone which said clearly that they needed to finish this operation. Quickly. Brian gave the doctor an agonised look, baring his teeth, then nodded and turned back to Dexter

[argentum_mortis]

That bloodlust lurking behind Jezebel eyes flared suddenly as he watched Dexter's eyes open. Live prey seemed no be something the doctor greatly appreciated. For a moment or two he only watched, drinking in the terrified, agonized expression with eerie appreciation. Then Jezebel got to work; he peeled off the mangled latex glove, wincing at the sight of his hand. It took more then a few minutes for him to clean the wound and wrap it up; oddly though, Jezebel seemed to be taking his sweet time.

"You're doing such a lovely job," Jezebel said, carefully flexing his fingers. A frown touched his face; movement in the injured hand was stiff, and painful. That was unacceptable; a surgeon needs steady, dexterous hands. Besides... watching Brian struggle with such a task was intriguing. Clearly Brian had some strong feelings for Dexter; someone who delighted in the kind of things Jezebel knew Brian did would not become so upset from a simple split chest cavity

[twodaysinblood]

Brian took another quivering breath, the shaking spreading to his hands. He looked from up from Dexter to Jezebel, whose fingers were digging into Dexter’s skin. Brian resisted the urge to tell him to get off, ease up, to just hold him down and not injure him any more than he already was. He bit his bottom lip instead and swallowed hard. The needle was slippery with blood. Brian wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a smear of red. With a shaky exhale, he went back to stitching, wiping blood from Dexter’s skin with a trembling hand

[argentum_mortis]

"That's funny," Jezebel said quietly, eyes bright with plain sadistic glee, "I'm quite the same..." He sat back as Brian finished, taking his hands from Dexter. He thought for a moment, and then shuffled out of the small space, dropping his leather medical bag in Brian's lap on the way by. Inside were bandages, needles, a scalpel, metal clamps, and all sorts of fun toys that could be used horribly in the wrong hands. There was rubbing alcohol though, bandages and other things that could be used to heal

[dreaming_dex]

Dexter seemed to be on the edges of consciousness, the pain threatening to make him back out. That was dangerous, with the concussion on-top of his more severe industry. With clumsy hands he reached up and gently touched the stitches that held him closed, feeling only different shades and intensities of pain crawl across his bare chest. His teeth were chattering, a dangerous cold settling into him. He had lost to much blood to keep warm, and he was white as a sheet.

He squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to roll onto his side and curl up to salvage some warmth, but he could hardly move. Dexter reached blindly into the dark, fingers fumbling along the wet metal floor until they fell across something warm-- Brian's hand. Dexter curled his fingers around, but his grip was dreadfully weak.

"By'ni...." he managed in a weak, trembling voice, "C... cold..." Just. Like. Then.

[twodaysinblood]

The medical bag hit Brian hard. He looked back at the doctor as he moved out of the back of the truck and towards to front, a snarling anger in his eyes. Brian really didn’t like Desraeli at this moment. But Dexter needed him to help him, now was not the time to pursue his emotions, his urge to hurt, to kill… Brian shook his head hard, and pawed through the bag for everything he’d need