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Date Posted: 12:11:00 02/03/06 Fri
Author: Caleb/Kyrian
Subject: I will not hide you through this, I want you to help and please see the bleeding heart perched on my shirt..
In reply to: Haylie 's message, " I am running out of ideas for applicable lyrics. " on 12:03:03 02/03/06 Fri

(He nodded, looking from her to his patient and back.) We'll set you up with a supply of injectable morphine to take with you and as soon as we get his blood levels back up we'll release him to you with relish. (He winked, amusement in his eyes - he knew what it was like to be holed up in a hospital when everything inside you was screaming to get back out in the field again.) We had to throw out his clothing, so you might want to inform your agent that he needs fresh clothing. (He ran a hand back through his hair and smiled a bit.) You've saved his life, any more blood loss and there would have been nothing we could have done. (He patted her arm and left the room as Kyrian groused lightly.)

(He huffed as he sat there, his eyes on the opposite wall, he felt like a damn failure the way that man talked about him like he wasn't there and that his.. trainee partner.. had saved his life. He'd damn well suffered in the name of the job, and saved their lives by not indulging information to stop the pain. Sighing, he brought his gaze to meet hers and his breath whooshed out, making the monitors speed up, betraying the way she affected him. He had the grace to look a bit sheepish for his behavor.) This job is all I have in life, hospitals are a reminder of how easily I could lose that too. (He had lost his family, his identity, Remy and now her.. he couldn't lose his pride or his job - or he would be nothing.)

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