[CLOSED / AIDAN] whatever it takes

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt was in the doctor's office, waiting to see his doctor. He knew what the blood tests would say- that he had cancer. He only had X amount of time to live. That he was in horrible shape and probably should be hospitalized. That living in his truck was terrible for his health. Yeah, he knew. But it was procedure for work, making sure he didn't have AIDS or anything that he could transmit to his clients.

He flipped through the magazines, thinking to himself 'I can't even have kids. This is like torture.' He picked up a news paper, then walked back over to his seat, thumbing through it. He looked over the obituaries, and couldn't wondering why that boy who lived with Deacon wasn't in there. He would have texted him and asked, but he had ran out of minutes, and it was minutes and food or this. And he kind of needed the doctor's check up to keep the job which gave him those things. He sighed, flipping through the paper he could care less about.

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[aidan grace smith]

White-tipped finger nails flipped through a pile of files, while bubbly eyes scanned the names written across the top. "Opps, there it is." A cute voice whispered as she flipped back a couple files. slipping it out, she turned to walk to the front of the room. Opening the file she read the patients name, Britton Markus Roberts. His file said he was here to get blood tests back from Dr. Grey. The nurse was a full-figured, twenty year old woman who loved her job. A bright smile was spread across her face as her fingers opened the door out into the lobby. "Brittion Markus Roberts." she called, and her eyes scanned across the other patients in the room. Her hand swept across her forehead, sweeping the bangs from out in front of her eyes.

"Brittion Roberts." The woman's name was written across a name plate attached to some not so flattering scrubs. It read, Aidan. Her skin was sun kissed, her eyes were dark, and her hair was blond. She was kind, and always wore a smile. Adain waited by the door, looking around for the man. Her eyes looked down at the file and flipped it open again. She read further down and noticed he had many tests done. Flipping to his profile, she saw the picture the office had taken of him. When Adain looked up, she saw him immediately and smiled warmly.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt stood up, setting the paper down. He walked over to her, raising an eyebrow. Nurses weren't supposed to be this pretty. They were supposed to be icky, and old, and completely unattractive. He walked over to the scale, standing on it so she could get his weight. He realized he had dropped over thirty pounds since he was last weighed. He supposed not eating for months and months on end could do that. Then he followed her to his room, hopping up on the table. He leaned back, crossing his legs at the ankles, his old converse swinging back and forth. He slipped his arm out of his jacket, offering it to her for his blood pressure.

"Last time I was here I had the ugliest nurse ever. It's nice to see they hired people who aren't repulsive." That was his attempt at complimenting her. But the only people he usually saw was people waiting to get tattoos. And even then, he only saw different parts of their bodies. He waited for her to read back his blood pressure, pretty sure it was freakishly low.

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[aidan grace smith]

Aidan led him around, doing the usually tests. Then they got to the room. It had bland white walls with a stole, a counter, and a place for the patient to sit, nothing special. "Thanks," She giggled as she began to take his blood pressure, "Your not too bad yourself. I usually deal with adorable six year olds, not cute grown men." His blood pressure read 90/60, which wasn't good at all. "90/60..." Aidan read aloud and for a second a frown crossed her face before her muscles tensed into a more serious face. "I will be right back with Dr. Grey, sir." she gave a smile and turned on her heel. She closed the door behind her as she entered out into the hall.

It took a couple of minutes, but finally Aidan found Dr. Grey, and told him of the low blood pressure and how much wait the man dropped. Dr. Grey discussed a few options, and soon both the nurse and the doctor were headed back to the bland white room. Dr. Grey entered first. "Hello, Mr. Roberts. I'm sorry to say there is no good news today. We need you to keep up with your treatment, eat more, and if you need anything.. " Dr. Grey held out a card with a number written across, "Call Ms. Aidan. She is one of our best nurses." Dr. Grey had a sadden look on his face as he looked at the man. "Do you have any questions?"

Aidan walked in at that point. She had a few papers in her hands. "Here these are the papers you give to the woman out front when you leave." She held the papers out for Britt to take, and when he took them she stepped back and sat down on the stool. Letting silence fill the air as Aidan waited to hear Britt's questions for Dr. Grey.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt smiled sideways when she called him cute. "Nah, I ain't got nothing on no six year old. They're beyond cute." He heard his blood pressure and shrugged. He watched he walk out of the room, then laid down on the beds very similar to the ones at the tattoo parlor. he looked up at the ceiling until the doctor walked in. Then he watched his solemn face explain to him he needed to eat more and go back to treatment.

'I live in a fucking vehicle. I can't afford chemotherapy. or food.' He thought, faking a smile. "No questions, thanks." He took the card, looking down at it. 'Oh yeah, people totally answer office numbers at two in the morning.

He watched as the doctors left, then looked over at the nurse. "You don't have to tell a dying man he's dying. I already know I have cancer. That's spread to my lungs by now. Am I right or am I right?" He bit his lip, his eyes searching her face for that smile of hers.

[aidan grace smith]

"That's my personal number, not the office. The office is great, but I would rather be asleep in my bed and hear the phone go off at two then be here." Aidan answered as she watched the doctor walk out of the room. "In your car?" She was suprised, no family members, no friends had offered to help? She rolled the stool over closer to the bed to hear Britton better. One hand picked at the other's finger nails as she listened to him talk. "Well yes you would be right.." Adian trailed off.

"But you never know, miracles can happen." That was Aidan, always looking for a brighter side of things. She looked down at the watch on her right wrist. "Well, it's about time for my lunch break. Would you like to join me? It'd be on me." Her voice was sweet like a melody as she stood from the stool. Britton had sparked an interest in her. She wanted to know more about the man, like why wouldn't he try harder to get better or if he didn't want to get better why bother with coming to a check-up? But she felt rude if she was to actually ask those questions. "Don't say you'll feel bad for making me pay either, because I don't mind paying and I enjoy the company of a handsome man every once and awhile." Aidan laughed softly, but she did mean what she said. He was quite handsome for a "dying man", and it had been awhile since Aidan had the joy of company while she went out to lunch.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt heard her ask him out to lunch and resisted the urge to ask 'are you flirting with me?' Of course she wasn't. She can read his chart. She knew how bad off he was. No person in their right mind would be falling for him. He slid off the bed, then almost doubled over in pain. "Note to self: get off of things slowly." He mumbled then looked at the mirror over the sink. He bit his lip ring; he could see in his eyes just how fast he was fading. One day, he was singing as a front man for a band, had girls all over him. He could have had any girl in the palm of his hand with just a sideways smile. Now he was a walking corpse. All because he made a deal with the devil.

"I don't eat much, but I don't think I can pass up the chance to keep someone as pretty as you company, now can I? I'm not crazy." He smiled at her, putting his hands into his pockets.

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[aidan grace smith]

"Hmm" It was a small chuckle, but the only reply Aidan could come up with. She turned on her heel gracefully and headed out the door. "Follow me." She called back as she walked down the hall and handed one of the nurses his papers. "I'll be back in bit, going to lunch, Karen." Aidan gave a wave to the nurse behind the desk as they entered out into the lobby. She gave a smile to each person she passed as headed towards the front door, looking back at Britton to see if he was keeping up. When they were outside, she turned to left, heading to a small sub shop a few blocks down.

"So, what kind of work do you do? Or you did do?" Aidan began a conversation as she walked beside Britton down the street. As they passed the tall windows, she did a little window shopping for her self. She pushed a button on a street lamp, and waited to cross the road. Cars and other people passed by, but Aidan kept her eyes in front of her, occasionally looking towards the man. "Do you like subs?" She figured she'd better ask before they got to the place and he didn't like anything there.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt followed her closely, admiring how smoothly she walked, how graceful her movements were. "I was uhm.. A front man for a band for a while.. Then I was a tour manager.. And now I do tattoos.." He said quietly. He always felt weird saying 'and now I do tattoos'. He never thought he would be inking up other people, but it was the only work he could get.. Especially considering he was dying from cancer.

"Being one of thirteen kids, I think you kind of learn to like sandwiches.. You have them more often than not." He had his hands deep inside his pocket, running his thumb over a penny. He had found it before going onstage of his first gig. He kept it with him, a reminder that no matter how bad things get, there was a reward at some point. He pulled it out, looking at it. He had rubbed it so much, Lincoln's face had been pretty much worn away. He tucked it back into his pocket, following her into the shop. The thought of food made him sick. He looked up at the menu, wondering what was the littlest thing he could get away with.

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[aidan grace smith]

"Sounds like a great life." Aidan stated simply as they made it to the sub shop. She walked in and smiled at the smell. It had been hours since she last eaten and staying on your feet with crying kids was tireing work. "So you have 12 other siblings? And you live in your car?" She blurted out. Her hand quickly cover her mouth. Her tone wasn't the nicest and she felt oftenly bad. "Oh.. that was rude." She sighed and walked up to the counter.

Exchanging words with the woman behind the counter, Aidan relaxed a bit more. It was a fimiliar face, since this was about the only place Aidan would come. "I didn't mean to say that rudefully.. I'm sure your family is nice." Were the next words to come out of her mouth as she finished up the conversation with the woman and ordered her usually sandwich. Adian stepped out of the way so Britton could order. Hopefully, she hadn't made him mad.