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Post by devon splyce parker on Apr 19, 2012 22:27:15 GMT -5
Devon smiled, handing his half eaten chili back. "Yes," He insisted, taking his hand and tracing his fingers over it before hugging it close. He played with his fingers gently, rolled his shoulders in discomfort.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Apr 19, 2012 22:34:19 GMT -5
Zander smiled, putting the cap on his container and putting it back in the bag. He reached up, turning Devon's face towards his. He kissed him soft and slow, tracing his tongue slowly over his bottom lip before he pulled away. "I think the only good thing about this is being able to see you every day." He said, turning his hand over. He ran his fingers across the palm of Devon's hand, watching him contently.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Apr 19, 2012 22:39:26 GMT -5
Devon met the kiss softly, lips parting faintly for Zander. He smiled. "Yeah," He whispered, watching him trace fingers over his palm. He smiled faintly. A nurse was supposed to come in at some point once Zander was there to hopefully calm Devon's nerves. But he didn't know if they were asking more questions or doing lyshical tests. He laced their fingers together. "Dallas taught me this.." He murmured, studying their hands curiously with a smile. "'Like it better with you."
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Post by zander trey brooks on Apr 19, 2012 22:43:52 GMT -5
Zander smiled, squeezing his hand gently. He ran his thumb over Devon's, looking down at their hands. "Yeah.. It's nice." He murmured, studying their hands. He likes the warmth of Devon's hand, the way they fit together. He raised them to his lips, kissing Devon's hand gently before resting it back in his lap. "Did you sleep well?"
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Post by devon splyce parker on Apr 19, 2012 22:49:01 GMT -5
Devon smiled sheepishly at the kiss, watching him, and nodded. "I was tired.." He stretched, glancing at the TV. The door opened and closed and he tensed, didn't bother looking. He held Zander's hand tighter, didn't want any tests. He messed them up too much.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Apr 19, 2012 22:52:18 GMT -5
Zander looked up, then back over at Devon. "It's okay, Devon.." He breathed, kissing him gently. He squeezed his hand, reaching up with his other hand to stroke his cheek. "It's okay.. In a little bit, it's just gonna be me and you, okay? They're just trying to make you better, is all.."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Apr 19, 2012 23:00:26 GMT -5
Devon didn't move, his teeth gritting, jaw set. He stared blankly ahead, huffing as the TV was shut off. His grip tightened around Zander's hand as the nurse smiled down at him. "Hey Devon, can I see your wrists?" She reached out and he screamed at her, shrinking towards Zander. "No!" Nails sharpened faintly, digging against Zander's hand unnoticed. "Don' touch me," He growled.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Apr 19, 2012 23:11:23 GMT -5
"Ow.. Devon.. Baby.." Zander pleaded, gently pulling his fingers away. "Devon, it's okay.. Just let her see, okay?" He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm him. He kissed the side of his head, hugging him close. "Just ask her nicely not to hurt you, okay? She won't hurt you if you ask. She's a nice lady. It's okay.." He rubbed his side gently, looking up at her. "He's just scared.."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Apr 19, 2012 23:19:50 GMT -5
Devon looked over at Zander as his hand was pried away, and managed to sheathe the claws again, breaths quick. "I don't wanna.." He mumbled.
The nurse nodded at Zander's words, crouching. "I just need to look at them, can you hold them out?" He did and she studied the healing marks. "Not so hard was it?"
He shook his head, but stubbornly refused to look at her. "Today won't be so bad Devon, okay? we just want to see how strong you are and the things you can do alright?"
But for a mental patient like him, it was probably because they were worried about safety. He nodded again, relaxing. "We won't have to touch you, Zander can come too, we can teach you how to do the exercises."
Devon didn't look up.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Apr 19, 2012 23:27:39 GMT -5
Zander gently ran his hand up and down his side, watching Devon carefully. He wished Deacon was here; he had studied what Devon was, and could answer the questions he had about him. But he wasn't. "I'll go with you if you want, okay?" He said quietly, hugging him close. He stood up, helping Devon to his feet.
"You guys don't understand him.." He said, looking at the nurse. "You all think you can just walk right up and grab his wrists and you cant. You'll end up hurt. You have to talk to him and make him comfortable. He's just scared, okay? He was hurt for three years. I think he has a right to distrust people.."
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