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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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I like it. He knows my taste.

...I re-proposed.

[Counting the number of diamonds. Ten oh good, he's a respectable gentleman indeed.]

I'm happy for you, Christopher.

Well, it's nothing from Tiffany's, anyway.

[but he's spinning it around his finger anyway!]

Mm, classic, charming, but also potentially cliché.

[He's spinning it too when he can!]

What changed your mind?

The past week, almost dying, and...

I don't know. I really wanted to say yes.

[As an aside, he gives Styles' shoulder a light smack.]

I'll have to get you flowers. What kind would you like?

This isn't a vulnerability thing is it?

Don't be ridiculous. I've never done anything I haven't wanted to do, not once.

Get orchids. He likes them.

Note to Emmett; get orchids.

[Playing with the ring again.]

So you both worked everything out?

Emmett...

You should...

No, nevermind. We worked it out, that's what matters, really.

I shoooouuld...?

[Spinning it on Styles' finger as if it's his own, tsk.]

[frowns and crosses his arms, ring-b-gone!]

It's nothing, really. It was just awkward, last week.

[NO! He almost pouts now that it's gone, so he fidgets with the end of Styles' blanket.]

Well as long as you both got what you wanted.

Could you do me a favor?

What do you need, Christopher?

Make sure that he gets fed, will you?

That one?

[A point to Nicholas.]

And not on take out?

Yes. Please.

[Hearing that word, he squeezes Styles' shoulder.]

I will, I promise.

[Sweet sweet love.]

And make sure he doesn't forget to feed David and Iman, he always neglects them.

The sea ponies? Shame on him.

He's convinced they don't like him.

...but then, he does call them short.

I think it's a term of endearment, Christopher.

[Being tall himself.]

You say that because you're over five-ten.

I am.

And I think David and Iman are fine examples of their species.

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