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[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

When; December 10th at the Hospital
Rating; PG-13 for blood and swearing
Characters; Office Staff + Brocklehurst + House
Summary; Styles infamous ulcer finally exploded
Log;

It had been months of agony.

The past two weeks had been the worst - stomach pain after stomach pain, and no medicine would quell it; nothing pink, chalky or with the worlds "antacid" would fix it. Finally Styles just began to deal with it, but vomiting blood in the office had been the last straw.

He thought Faye was going to start screaming when she saw him, or heard Weasley drop the coffee, but she managed to drag him to the hospital.

He distinctly remembered the words, "Don't tell Brocklehurst" come out of his mouth, but he may have hallucinated it. But then he also remembered Longbottom calling for help...did he call Nicholas?

He hated blood.

[ooc: Okay, people! If you were in the law office, you would have seen the eruption. It's up to you if you want to post here - it will go from an open to the office staff post to a closed one quickly - it will be clear when. Any other questions, feel free to IM me~]

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[glock30.livejournal.com]

Faye wasn't sure how she'd managed to keep her mouth shut. Of all the stupid, fucking, idiotic things... Stomach ache her ass.

She didn't know how she'd managed to get him here without tearing him a new one--not that he needed something else to deal with on top of this--but as soon as he was deemed fit enough to handle her foot in his face, she'd gladly take care of it for him.

It wasn't that she had been worried. Not at all. Not remotely. Just... a little surprised with the scene. It was completely ridiculous.

"This is completely ridiculous," she said, wanting, above all else, to smoke an entire pack of cigarettes right there.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

"Ridiculous that you had to bring him here instead of calling for an ambulance," said the Corinthian. But this was the City, such services from the world with which he was most familiar wasn't common place. He too had a craving for a cigarette. One of the nurses here could just smell nicotine addiction on the two. She gave them a cruel suspicious eye.

"You think he was poisoned," asked the nightmare while peeking through the door. Was it all right to invade his privacy? He thought so.

[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

Styles felt his stomach twitch, threatening another explosion great but he held it together. He hated hospitals. Hated them. Hated doctors, hated nurses, hated IV's, hated the smell the food and the color of the walls.

He muttered something and then grabbed the trash can for another pint of blood. Degrading, more than ridiculous.

"Corinthain..." he muttered through bloody gobs, "Stop...Brocklehurst...at...the door."

He hoped that they could hear him.

[snake-slayer.livejournal.com]

Neville glanced over, peeking into the room, nervously hugging his arms. He'd disobeyed direct orders and called for Brocklehurst.

At hearing this last request, the teenager glanced to the Corinthian and shook his head. Damn getting fired, Brocklehurst would want to see it for himself.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Elle looked from one of the so called sympathizers to the other. "Which one of you cunts did it?"

Someone needed to say it. May as well be her.

[razrsharp.livejournal.com]

He circled those words: Not fair, then drew an arrow leading from the circle to the letters SOS, got yours. Nicholas smiled.

"All that cooking spoiled you before me," remarked the Englishman as he handed the paper and pen back to Christopher. He ran his fingers through that dark mahogany (graying) hair. "We'll have you out in a few days, I guarantee it," Nicholas promised as he leaned in to kiss Styles' forehead. Knowing the symptoms of such an emergency perhaps it was best not to kiss his mouth... yet.

[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

Styles felt the kiss.

He had thought, over the past week of glaring and hate and more glaring that Brocklehurst was coming to his senses. Or at least, that he was going to change his mind.

He frowned. He hadn't wanted Brocklehurst here because he thought that he would feel even worse.

He looked up at the other man and wrote Thank you for coming.

[razrsharp.livejournal.com]

"Why wouldn't I," he replied, taking hold of Styles' hand.

The glaring and disrespect had been rampant these past few days, but it didn't change the fact that Nicholas loved him. It only made it apparent that sometimes he just couldn't stand him. The same could be said for the other way around. He'd spoken to Faye about it, wondering if this was the result of his taking things too damn fast, but regardless of that mistake he didn't regret loving Christopher.

[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

Because I'm a dick. Because I treated you like crap all week. Because I wanted to say yes and didn't, and that's all I've thought about the entire day, even when I was supposed to be working.

Styles wanted to say it, or rather, he knew he should say it, somehow.

He took Nicholas' hand and wrote out with it, Will you marry me?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

After that party, debacle, whatever Styles wanted to call it, the Corinthian remained in the hall to smoke with those other nicotine addicts. Ahh but unlike Faye and Elle, he knew better than to do so in plain sight of the staff. The nightmare had found himself a little alcove beneath a surveillance camera to smoke to his heart's content. Ironically, this area was for keeping the fire extinguisher. The Corinthian smirked at the bright red tank behind the glass and exhaled through all three mouths.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue held the warm package of fish and chips to his stomach and trotted down the hall. Normally he wouldn't buy that; he preferred pizza, being that he lived in New York, but fish and chips were cheap and the stand was on the way.

He had gone to find the Corinthian earlier, and found out from one of the boys at his work that he was at the Hospital with his boss. He had decided then to pick the other man dinner - hospital cafeteria food was terrible, and he was prone to caring about that sort of thing.

He turned the corner and kept walking, hoping that he would find the nightmare before the fish got soggy, or cold.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

The Corinthian caught sight of the goldenboy out the corner of his toothy eye. One, what the hell was he doing here, and two, what was that smell? It reeked of street side vendor fare, the kind where culinary art was sacrificed for pure traditional taste spiced with a grease pit. The nightmare had no problem 'slumming it' so to speak. But really, what the hell was he doing here.

"Hey Almond Joy," Cori said to Blue from his lean against the wall, "over here."

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Almond Joy, what a name. Blue turned and waved a little before approaching the Corinthian. "Hey, Corinthian!"

He smiled and offered the hot package. "I know it's not great," he said, "And it probably doesn't taste very good, but I thought you might be hungry, and it was cheap and on the way."

He looked at the package questioningly, then shrugged and beamed. "I heard your boss got sick? I remember, hospital food it pretty bad."

[razrsharp.livejournal.com]

[Click click click... tap tap click tap. Enter.]

[ooc: Lazy? Me? Never.]

[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

[razrsharp.livejournal.com]

[Tap tap! Click click, tap. Backspace. Tap.]

[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

"Ahem."

//Cause visiting hours are still open!//

[honeycuttheaven.livejournal.com]

Christopheeerrr...

[Quietly of course, as he peeks through the door.]

//Cause visiting hours are still open!//

[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

....hello, Emmett.

//Cause visiting hours are still open!//

[honeycuttheaven.livejournal.com]

[Whispering so as not to disturb the blond thing on the other side of the bed.]

Is it a bad time?

//Cause visiting hours are still open!//

[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

[looks at Brocklehurst]

No. He wouldn't wake with an atom bomb.

[indicates to the other chair]

I want to go home.

[Two Days Later]

[razrsharp.livejournal.com]

And Saya seems to think she can reduce the noise by placing signs around her warehouse. She may call upon you for legal assistance.

[Having gone through the City's latest 'news.']

[Two Days Later]

[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

At least it's not violence she's advocating.

[lies back on the pillow]

Any discharge date?

[Two Days Later]

[razrsharp.livejournal.com]

I think violence is the implied sentence for guilty verdicts.

[Thinking thinking. Should he tell him...?]

Friday afternoon.

[Two Days Later]

[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

[smiles sweetly - FAKE]

I knew I should have bullied them myself.