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Yeah, Weston probably shouldn’t have thrown that last punch. He probably shouldn’t have even gotten in the fight anyway, but everyone knew that Weston Patton was known for his rotten awful temper. He had always had it. This was even before the military (where most of the habits he had come from). For once, as not to upset a certain lady friend of his, he tried to hold it in one night. It seemed ever since he held it in, his temper was set off so easily. He realized that his temper was being set off easily, so then he would settle himself back down and compress it. Never doing this before- he should have seen that he was going to explode eventually. It was just a guy at the bar who had been bugging this poor girl who didn’t look like she belonged there in the least bit. Those girls could always be spotted in a sea full of partiers. It was almost an unwritten rule for a guy not to bug her too much to where she was scared shitless. Weston usually just hinted to the man that he needed to quit. Tonight man. Oh, he straight out flung him around and told him he better knock it off before Weston knocked him out.

No one had really seen it coming- not even Weston. The man apparently wasn’t in the mood to be dealt with either. The biggest difference is the man had a knife with him. After a few punches and threats from the bouncers coming in and taking them out, his hand was sliced open by the edge of the blade. With one final anger thrown out, he punched the man with his other hand. Wow, that did it. The bouncers had a hard time separating the pair before they looked at Weston’s hand and said he should be taken to an ER room. It was a little unnecessary, but he did need stitches. He let everyone gather and fuss a little bit, a buddy of his cursing him out, calling him crazy, then offering to drive him over there. Because all of the anger that was thrashing in him before was finally out, Weston was his old self again. In some pain, but his leg had shown he had been in worst. He had been in so much worst.

A weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. It was a little distressing to think all that stress could be evened out with a fight, but as long as it worked. Hey, he saved the girl from having to deal with that ass. It was the second time in a row that week he had been known as the hero. The other one was an extremely dangerous situation where he had to save a beautiful woman from a dirty rat all over her. Jenna. Oh, he had been wanting to visit her again. He was a little worried about her. Yes, that. But then there was the little fact that Weston was very interesting in getting to know her. Weston didn’t have crushes. He had beautiful women he wanted to run around with and see what would happen. So far, nothing had happened with anyone past his ex-wife. Even as he sat in the passenger seat, acting like his old self holding his bloody rag wrapped over his hand. His friend commented very easily that Weston was freaking him out for how cheerful he was. Yeah, that happened.

So he figured he ought to make a big scene when he walked in so they could take him properly to the emergency room. He spent his time looking at the desk lady with hard eyes, making some sort of poker face instead of a happy cheerful one he was usually dealing with. They said that there was a doctor very busy right now with someone, but a nurse would love to go and help Weston with his stiches. His friend helped him with the paper work involved and off Weston went. He was sent to a small room with a hospital bed, equipped with everything that he could remember about being in this hospital place. Memories of his leg filled his memory and it seemed to ache a little bit as he thought about it. After about waiting for ten minutes, Weston found himself bored. He was the type of guy that had to do something all the time. He felt himself itching to get out of there, despite the need for his hand. He just needed someone to talk to. His friend had already left. Weston felt his leg starting to shake with the need to do anything.

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Sometimes, Marley wished there could be a slow night. It was a little counterintuitive, seeing as how most people wanted a busy night in their professions so the time would pass quicker, but Marley was known for going against the flow. Besides, who could blame her? When she was busy, it meant people were being extra stupid. In the ER, she rarely dealt with actual, pressing, life or death situations. Those were for the super professionals, the doctors and the nurse that had been on staff since the beginning of time and knew medicine like the back of their hand. No, Marley typically got stuck with the idiots, the ones who thought it’d be a good idea to jump over fences and catch their legs on it or thought that the best time to take down Christmas lights was when they were drunk. Those kinds of people. She didn’t understand people sometimes.

You would think the graveyard shift would be a little calmer, but night seemed to bring out the stupidity in people. Really though. Marley had worked all the possible shifts at least once in the ER and she could swear that the night was just as busy – if not busier – than during the day. She would have opted to take an earlier shift, but she rarely got the privilege to choose. See, with Marley being one of the newer people there, she often got the shitty hours. She often had to work the holidays that the seasoned nurses got off on. And not only that, but Marley also got the dumbest “emergencies” like this one. Some idiot had cut his hand. Big whoop.

Most of the doctors were busy with more critical patients and a lot of the nurses were helping them. The ones that weren’t though, well, none of them wanted to deal with someone who only needed stitches. Often times, Marley got stuck with them even though she technically wasn’t qualified. See, Marley was only a nurse’s assistant and didn’t really have the license to do half of what she was asked to at the hospital. The other nurses she worked with forgot this a lot because Marley’s patients healed so quickly and it wasn’t like she was entirely clueless about everything. Marley had been studying medical texts and planned on getting into a program that would help her become a registered nurse. The hospital could get in a lot of trouble, but what they didn’t know didn’t hurt them and if worse came to worse, she could always work a little witchy magic, right?

Besides, how could she argue when she was told what she had to do? Marley needed this job. She was good at it. The girl didn’t have the personality to work in retail or really anything that meant she had to deal with a costumer. If she didn’t have this, she’d be out of money and back on the streets. So when Marley was told about the dumb ass that needed stitches in his hand, she didn’t object. She grabbed his paperwork and marched into the room like she was on a mission. And in reality, she was. The quicker she got this done with, the quicker she could send him on his way.

Marley glanced through his paperwork though she really didn’t need to do so because she already had the gist of it. It was more of a way to make him squirm just a little longer. She didn’t have any tolerance for stupid people, after all. Marley walked over to the guy and took his hand in hers, palm up, to get a better look at said cut. “Quite a battle wound there,” she said, half sarcastically. Any more than that and he’d probably complain to a superior. Marley had had that happen once or twice and she didn’t really want to repeat that experience.

After a final inspection, Marley went to ready the local anesthetic that she’d have to inject the general area of the cut with and the disinfectant she’d need to clean the cut with first. Once it was all prepared, Marley brought it all over to a table near the man and grabbed his hand once again. All of it was done in a mechanical motion, as if Marley had dealt with stitches a hundred times over. It felt like she had, by this point in the game. Stuff like this hardly even fazed her any more. “Hold on, this will sting.” It was about as much comfort as Marley felt she could give before she poured disinfectant on the cut and began to wipe at it with a sterile cloth.

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The only thing that Weston felt like he couldn’t stand about appointments was the fact he had to wait. Eventually all the random things in the room started to get boring and were just staring. He was looking at all the little equipment things they used. Honestly, most of it he didn’t know the name of. His basic mind was over what the function of them were. He was no doctor, but physical trainer was probably a nice close second when it came to equipment like this. Not to mention he was also one of the head people of the emergency first aide at the workout place his job was located at. What could he say? Being the hero was one of his main goals in life. He loved it. He loved the looks that he got with the million of thank yous while everyone else would say how grateful they were. It was why he joined the marines in the first place. What better spelled out hero than someone of the military- man in uniform.

Then the door opened and he perked over to find quite an attractive nurse at his side. Most of the time, when he found the nurse, she was an older woman who looked like he might break her hand if he held it too long or something. Other times it was the actual doctor telling him what was what. There wasn’t enough attractive young smart people in the world for them to be all nurses. He had just been meeting way too much to be thinking differently. So when this goddess just waltzed in like there was nothing to it, he gave a grand smile. Yay, something to entertain the man. He wasn’t expecting her to be such a cast off, but he could take it. Weston was a stubborn child when it came to flirting with the beautiful women that were walking toward him. Her face was to a frown, like she didn’t want to be there, so it seemed he was doing both of them a favor.

His eyes quickly made a glance over her. Not wanting to be completely rude (but lets face it, Weston was a man) so trying not to linger too awfully long. The sarcasm was detected in her voice and he laughed lightly. The type of shy little smile as if he hadn’t gotten this all the time. After doing this for so long, he knew what to say and what not to say most of the time. Every once in a while, he would slip up, but he found it as a live and learn moment. It was going to take quite a bit to knock him down. Really, after a while, it was just funny for him. Weston wasn’t trying to get anything out of it. Just a bit of fun. ”If I would have known you were the one taking care of me, I would have gotten a hell lot bigger cut than this.” He told her with a slick smile, seeing that she was working quickly. How busy could they possibly be at whatever it was at night? Weston tried to look around for a clock, but he didn’t find any except an empty space on the wall that should have had a clock. Well then. It had to be after eleven. Maybe midnight. Perhaps.

She didn’t take any time and when she grabbed his hand, he ended up using it to his advantage, ”Mmm, soft hands. It’s nice to have a change when you’re getting stitches, eh?” He asked with the same good humored voice he had before she decided that she would prepare him for this. One good thing about Weston was the man had a very high pain tolerance. It didn’t mean things didn’t sting, of course, but it was a lot better than some of the patients he had. When they were squirming in their seat because the pain was unbarable. Perhaps he had been through so much it didn’t phase him. Perhaps he was blessed. Weston liked to go with the second one. His ego was probably a little larger than it should have been, but under confident guys tended to irk him. He was actually about to make another quick wit, but as soon as that disinfectant hit him, he clenched his jaw. Oh, shit, that actually really hurt. The numbness that had been in his hand during the punch was now gone.

He sat for a couple of moments, breathing a little heavier to deal with it, but he just looked at her, his blue eyes gazing at her as he went to further continue the conversation (it probably wouldn’t have been better if he had just shut up, but of course, why in the world would Weston do something like that? Man, he wished his buds would have been here for that). ”Huh, very clean. How long have you been doing this job for?” He asked, still keeping the humor in his voice but asking more of a sincere question. Not every word had to be flirtatious. You know…. Just… most.

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Flirting wasn’t something Marley was accustomed to. At all. She knew what it was and she’d seen it in action – a number of her coworkers were quite beautiful and Marley knew patients sometimes flirted with them – but it was something that almost never happened to Marley. It wasn’t like she was upset by that; in fact Marley purposely put people off with her rather prickly demeanor. She usually hated interacting with people and flirting was just one of those that was more uncomfortable than most. The girl would much rather nip the problem in the bud by being an all-around bitch rather than do something to encourage it and get herself stuck in a situation that she didn’t actually appreciate.

And yet, this guy still thought it was a good idea to continue, despite Marley’s deliberately limited interaction with him. Either he was too dumb to notice or he deliberately didn’t care. Either way, the witch wasn’t quite sure what to do now. She certainly couldn’t (and wouldn’t) flirt back. That was just a bad choice and not one Marley was willing to make. There was no reason to encourage his stupid behavior, after all. He seemed to already have enough of it. But at the same time, Marley wasn’t quite sure how to respond. She was caught off guard and was now at a loss of words. Instead, she figured she should just ignore his comment, figuring maybe he’d get the hint if Marley played up her ice queen routine.

Yet apparently, it wasn’t obvious enough because he still felt the need to make a comment on how softer her hands were. Marley was quickly coming to the conclusion that he must just be oblivious to everything around him because she was beginning to think that the only other way to get something through his thick skull was by blatantly screaming it at him. Unfortunately, that was rather unprofessional and not an option that Marley had available to her. She was getting the feeling that this guy wouldn’t be fazed by her yelling though. He’d probably not even blink an eye, or he’d laugh because he wouldn’t put much stock in a girl yelling at him for something stupid. Still, on the off chance he didn’t react like that and was offended, Marley didn’t want to put her job on the line because of someone who was too slow to realize that he wasn’t going to get the reaction he wanted out of her.

Though she’d be lying if she said she didn’t get a little satisfaction when she saw the patient clench his jaw after Marley put disinfectant on the cut. She wasn’t one who typically enjoyed other’s pain. It wasn’t a hobby of hers. In fact, Marley hated to see other people in pain, even though it was something she’d likely never tell anyone. No, she was happier because she figured this meant the guy would no longer feel the need to flirt with her. She was hoping he’d be too focused on the pain from the disinfectant to really try to form sentences.

Instead he looked at her with bright blue eyes and Marley instantly felt guilty for even thinking that. She shouldn’t be pleased because of his pain, regardless of her reasoning behind it. Nothing had indicated that this guy was all that bad, despite the fact she was finding his flirting annoying. For all she knew, he could be a saint and here she was being an awful person. There were times Marley wished that she could be a nicer person and this was one of those times. She didn’t know why she couldn’t seem to function like that, but it was an issue all the same. Of course, it wouldn’t change her outwards attitude towards the guy, but she was still rather upset with herself.

The guy trying to start a conversation eased her guilt a tiny bit, though it didn’t get rid of it. Especially because he had asked her a personal question instead of one of his flirty statements and Marley hated personal questions. People weren’t supposed to try to get to know her. Her private business was her own and she preferred that other people stay out of it. If she really wanted someone to know something, she’d tell them. He didn’t know that, but Marley would still avoid the question. “How long have you been pulling stupid stints that land you in the ER?” Marley countered, carefully not looking into his eyes. Instead, she was busying herself by getting the anesthetic ready and making sure she had everything before she actually started anything. It was always embarrassing to be partway through a procedure only to realize you had forgotten to grab a pair of scissors or something.

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Rejection didn’t’ put down Weston too much. He understood there were women out there who probably wanted to smack him around a few times. Yeah, he got that. Sometimes he really did feel bad for the stunts he pulled just to make a good image out of himself. Weston had just been doing that his entire life and he was embarrassed to even to begin to describe why he did it. It was defintaly not one of his most proud moments, but he did have to admit that sometimes playing this role that he had to uphold was the most fun thing ever. Like anything else, it probably had it’s ups and downs. He just wished that the downs weren’t so hard on him all the time. No one really understood what it meant to keep a certain image up until they were placed in that position. Some people might be able to forgive him but they still wouldn’t understand. For all Weston knew, all the guys could have been following his example being exactly like each other without knowing it.

When someone rejected him, Weston usually got the idea if he could press harder or not. If the no was hesitation and not sure what it might be, then of course, he figured he could press a little farther. If the answer was a flat out no way in hell then he usually knew it was time to back off. After that, a couple of things happened. Weston was just such a well rounded guy that if that happened, he might be able to continue the conversation with them, trying his best to control his tongue. Yet, as the woman didn’t respond and actually just looked more annoyed than anything, it was a sign for Weston to continue. Really, she didn’t technically say anything. That was more of a signal that he just change his words. Or maybe she was having a rough night. It was pretty late and the night shift must have sucked ass. Weston would have probably went in a corner somewhere and slept. He’d prefer the morning to the night. There was less… people Weston wanted to punch. His temper always got the best of him.

She looked over at him once, but found to be one of the last times she did it. That could have meant multiple things. Honestly, Weston wasn’t that good at reading women. He thought he was. But he wasn’t. All he knew were the obvious things. Like sarcasm. Yes, he spoke sarcasm though he didn’t use it bitterly too often. He understood when someone was giving a real smile and when they were putting up for show. But when it came to weird little shit like this, he didn’t have a clue. She just could have had a bug in her eye or something and was trying to get it out for all he knew. Her mind could have had this disorder where she was only allowed to look at one person’s eyes once in her entire life. How was Weston supposed to know any different? Though he supposed if he was fed that last line, there would have been a good chance he would have laughed and said no.

There was a little bit to say at least by the way she didn’t even answer his question. The question that actually didn’t have a flirting line in it, but there were actual words coming out. Had nothing to do with his question, but Weston would lie if he didn’t say he enjoyed the spotlight on himself. The appearance meant that there had to be some reward to all of his dedication. He still couldn’t even get over how beautiful she was. He couldn’t imagine what beauty she possessed when she smiled. Oh. Ooh, new goal, new goal. Weston loved making others happy and laughing and smiling was one of those ways he determined it. Clearly this girl also needed something to distract her from this job since she seemed to be in such a bad mood. Weston had a hard time grasping when other people were just mad all the time. There were only certain situations you should have been like that, as far as he was concerned. His commander tended to be that type of person, but come on, he was a commander. It was like his job.

Weston took a glance at her work than right back on her, even though she didn’t seem to be looking right in his eyes at that point. Well she asked, she was going to get at least an answer. He pushed his lips together as if he were in deep thought then responded as if it had suddenly hit him, ”Couple of years. I mean, I do have to protect and defend. One of my many talents.” There was a large tease in his voice as he showed the pride on himself, ”I’m sorry you’re forced to clean up my mess afterwards. I’ll take note to make your job a little easier, huh?” He asked, wondering just curiously how many people she had seen that had to do with Weston. Probably not a ton, because the population of Manuka was so big. This place was pretty busy anyways. He had seen busier, but obviously enough that she was the one to deal with this instead of the doctor. He wasn’t even sure if it was allowed, but Weston wasn’t the one to tattle. Out of all the people, it would be assumed he was the one who was picky about that stuff, but not all the time. Better than him continuing his boredom so bad, he’d just pick up the tools and make a very messy job on fixing himself up. She was looking around frantically, seeing if she was grabbing everything. He knew faintly of what she needed but not exact counts. ”Don’t forget the pokey thingy.” He told her, not knowing what it was called or even if she needed it, but he just pictured it in his mind and would probably use it on himself.

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[MARLEY EVERLEIGH REYNOLDS]

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Really, Marley just needed to work quickly and she could get the hell out of here. Quickly, but accurately of course. Last thing she needed was to mess this guy’s stitches up and have him go complain to some superior. It’d get her and the entire hospital in trouble, which was the last thing the girl needed. It had taken her forever to find this job and she wasn’t about to go job hunting again. It had always been hard for her to get hired, what with her attitude that she could barely tone down and her mouth that rarely had a filter on it. Besides, she wanted to move up in rank, not start back at the lowest of the low. So no, that wasn’t a good idea.

Not talking would make things go quicker, or at least she thought it would. Then she’d be 100% focused on what she was doing instead of thinking about snarky things to say back to the guy. Sure, it’d get annoying if he kept babbling and Marley would have to hold back the urge to smack him, but maybe she could tone him out? If she completely concentrated on his wound, then all her problems would be solved. She wouldn’t have to talk or hear him talk, she wouldn’t have to take as long to stitch up his hand, and she’d do a pretty damn good job of it. It was a complete win-win situation, in her eyes.

Except she forgot to tune him out until it was a little too late and she heard him say sorry for having her clean up his mess. Marley paused for a little bit, letting the phrase sink in. Not once had she heard that. From any of her patients. The witch normally got stuck with the surly ones who blamed all their pain on her for whatever reason when she was really the one trying to help. Basically, she was always pushed towards the patients that none of the nurses wanted to actually deal with. Clearly they were going to be apologetic, grateful people when they sported that attitude. And sometimes, quite frankly, it got a little frustrating. She wasn’t saying she needed the thanks every single time; she didn’t do this job for the praise. She did it because deep down she really liked to help people. Still, sometimes it was nice to know that you were at least appreciated for what you did every so often. Otherwise, it felt like you were just being taken for granted.

She hadn’t even realized how much she had wanted to hear those words until she heard them. While he was probably just saying them for the hell of it because he had noticed how grumpy she was getting and probably didn’t even genuinely mean them, Marley couldn’t help but take them to heart as if they were. Oh dear. That wasn’t good. Because already, Marley could feel herself start to soften towards the guy, knowing her demeanor would show it as much as she didn’t want it to. She didn’t need that. It’d somehow only encourage the flirting and Marley didn’t think she could hear any more of that tonight. But she wasn’t the total bitch queen that she liked to pretend she was. The witch still felt regret when being particularly sassy or rude or straight up mean to someone; it just typically wasn’t until later when she had time to think over the situation.

Well fuck. That was going to make this so much more difficult now. “It’s okay,” Marley said, quieter than she had been talking earlier. She wasn’t quite sure she could 100% trust what would come out of her mouth if she actually tried to talk more. It wouldn’t be an apology and it wouldn’t be anything particularly mushy, but it’d be close enough to that that she just couldn’t let it happen. She’d much rather just think about all of this later rather than be bombarded with guilt when she was still standing in front of him. That was the worst, because the guilt had always made Marley feel like she was in the wrong and she hated being wrong, especially when there was an audience to witness it as well.

The witch kept her eyes down, organizing her tools one last time just to make sure she had everything. Her gaze flittered back up to the guy as he mentioned the “pokey thing.” She didn’t really need it, but she felt obligated to get it now, since she had been so awful to him. Damn it. That was why feelings were a bad thing to have. She’d be so much better off if she could bury them deeper but she hadn’t quite perfected that talent yet. Someday, maybe. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about grabbing stupid things that she didn’t really need just to silently make something up to someone.

Figuring his hand must now be numb, Marley started to stitch up the wound, only pausing once or twice to glance up at the guy’s face and make sure he wasn’t feeling anything. It was weird, but sometimes the numbing didn’t always work for people and they’d still feel discomfort every time she stuck the needle into their skin. But he didn’t seem to have that – or if he did he was quite good at hiding it – so Marley continued. She had had to put in a lot more stitches than she had thought she would have to, but overall she didn’t think it looked too bad. “How’s that?” Marley asked, knowing that it was okay but feeling as if she had to double check anyway. Dumb feelings.

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If the marines had taught Weston anything, it was how to be professionally stubborn. Most people would call that discipline, but he knew what the real definition meant. It was the drive to get something done no matter what. When they were in football games, the most dangerous thing of any army football team was the drive the second half. No one was able to recover from that kind of hits they would get. No one was going to be able to walk off of that field without aching and being sore all over. Weston would know. He was the one that was hit pretty hard by an Air Force player. He couldn’t have imagined what would have happened if he was just a regular guy not use to that kind of hit. Though Weston’s team gave it right back. The jock hadn’t known drive in anything until he joined the military. He always thought he had it built in him because of sports, but oh he was wrong.

It was the same thing that kept his leg going too. When it was aching particularly on a day, anyone could hardly tell. Weston didn’t complain about it. The most he did was make a face at every step he made. Other than that, he didn’t complain. He didn’t complain now as he looked down at the stitches she was fixing up. He knew well enough how annoying the whiners could get. He wanted to tell them all about what real pain was like, but he kept to himself. A guy in pain wasn’t really something to describe Weston. He was a survivor. He was lucky to be alive and breathing. He didn’t take that for granted. All that was left now was a little of fun back and forth with a sexy doctor. Nothing wrong with that, right? Although they were fun to flirt with, Weston didn’t go for the dumb girls. It was hard to hold anything with them.

He got her to hesitate. It wasn’t enough for her lips to curve up in the slightest, but she stopped for a couple of seconds. In his head, all he was chanting was simply Come on girl, shine. Really shine He didn’t quite get what he wanted, but this wasn’t going to make him stop any less. Let’s see, he thanked her. The girl wanted to be appreciated. She wanted to be shown recognition for the hard work she did. That was understandable. That was the dream of most people he knew. Sometimes, all the person wanted to do was stand in the shadow and help others. This woman wanted at least for others to see that she was doing something from the goodness of her heart. Or the goodness of her paycheck. Either way, if all she did was care about the paycheck, she wouldn’t have cared what the other guy was saying. This was something. Weston was just trying to use what he knew, which wasn’t always accurate, but there was a good percentage that was.

She even responded in something that wasn’t in the sarcastic why are you here kind of tone. It was somewhat pleasant! Quiet, but pleasant. Weston was getting closer than he thought. How delightful. It brought great pride to Weston and really made him beam. A smile of his own came on his lips. All the frustration he was feeling about an hour ago didn’t seem like anything now. It seemed like something so far in the past that he couldn’t remember it. It could also be the couple of drinks he had. In no way was he drunk, but there was an effect with a couple of drops of alcohol in his system. He would have to think of more lines like that. She still didn’t seem like she was in a talking mood. Weston could talk all day if he ever so wanted to, as he just liked to hear himself speak. But this time it was all for the purpose of asking her things. He needed this angel to at least show a flicker of happiness before he left the room. She needed it. Having to deal with the people here. Or in general. Weston was mostly a people person but man, sometimes. Sometimes.

She did some beautiful work. Weston tried to do the stitching things once, and it didn’t end up looking as neat as this one did. It was a lot less spaced, but he didn’t want to try to change it all the time because it wasn’t as if he was working at sewing up a doll that couldn’t feel pain. The nerves on the hands must have been freaking out between getting stitched and not being able to feel anything. Numbing them. He lifted up his hand, used to not being able to feel after something like this. It was pretty numb in the beginning with the pain from punching anyway. There wasn’t much of a difference. Still, at her question, he looked at her and made a small laugh. He was getting to her a little bit. Asking as if he was going to look at it and say ‘nope, redo it, this is terrible’. ”Like a work of art.” He went to touch it with his fingers, but wasn’t sure if his other hand was clean enough. ”Now don’t tell me you’re leaving already? Wouldn’t you rather be here than having to deal with the jackasses hitting on you?” He asked, the phrase ironic on itself.

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If there was anything that Marley didn’t like, it was other stubborn people. Sounded dub, since she could be about as stubborn as they came sometimes, but it was true. She didn’t like having to butt heads with people. The witch was used to people just giving up if she was prickly enough with them. It was her self defense, basically. She didn’t know what else to do with people. And so far, that idea of protection had worked for her. She didn’t have to unnecessarily deal with people and they didn’t have to put up with her later on. It was all around the best approach she could take.

The problem was, though, as much as Marley told herself she was stubborn as a mule and attempted to get others to believe that was much as possible, it just wasn’t true. Sure, she was on the more stubborn side and there were times when her thoughts or feelings couldn’t be budged even a centimeter. But when you got right down to it, Marley hated being a bitch to people if her initial grumpiness didn’t do the trick. Either the person was intentionally ignoring it (for whatever reason, Marley didn’t know) or they were just entirely unaware of her attitude.

Which ever it was, the witch always started to feel a little bad about it and would soften up a bit. It wasn’t their fault she was a nasty person and if they stuck around long enough, she could start to open up just the tiniest of bits to show she wasn’t one of those people who were rotten to the core. Sometimes people believed her. That was pretty much how she started dating Cameron Way, after all. He had decided she was worth enough to look past her initial behavior (and why he had thought that, Marley was sure she’d never know) and she had started to act nicer.

Marley was pretty sure that that was what was going to happen now. She didn’t want it to, trust her. She barely knew Weston – other than as a patient – and she couldn’t just go around dropping her wall for every single stranger she met. That was how people ended up getting hurt and the girl had no intentions of letting that happen. But this guy. He was being entirely too sweet, despite Marley’s semi controlled snippiness. It wasn’t like Marley could have scared him off – he had kind of been stuck here because of the need of stitches – but he also could’ve just sat mum until she was done. Instead he kept trying to joke and be an all around good guy. The most she could do was cool the bitchiness a bit.

She watched his face as he inspected the stitches, waiting for him to complain about them in some way. Marley’s temper flared just for a second, when she was pretty sure he was going to say there was something wrong with them. But instead he surprised her and then she felt really foolish for having such a hasty reaction. Now she owed it even more to be nice to him. “I guess I’m the love ‘em and leave ‘em type of girl,”

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With that, Marley turned and left the room, heading back towards the nursing station, taking her sweet time to pull his paperwork up on the computer and printing it out. She wasn’t about to rush back, seeing as how she felt the need to regroup a tiny bit, tell herself that even if she wasn’t going to act like a total ice queen towards Weston, it didn’t mean she had to suddenly turn super sweet and flirty or anything. Not that that was really a danger – the witch was pretty sure she had no idea how to successfully flirt – but it kind of helped calm herself down. All she needed to do was discharge him and she’d probably never run into him again. No need to worry anymore.

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It was hard to see the appeal of hiding from everyone with this giant wall. Since Weston was such a sociable guy, he could see that life being rather lonely. Weston was lonely as it was, and he talked to everyone. He couldn’t imagine someone’s life if they hid from anyone that tried to talk to them. He wasn’t sure if this was the case or if she really just was this grumpy all the time. She could have been having a bad day like he had a few moments ago. Unlike Weston, she couldn’t just exactly go punch someone and then call it good. In his experience, women had to deal with it differently. Guys mostly stayed away as long as they could. Girls clung onto it until they went insane with it. Weston didn’t know how that worked. He knew emotion and heartbreak, but that as was extent as he got with not being able to trust people. He hadn’t dated since then he supposed. Weston didn’t think that was a trust issue. It was just he hadn’t been able to look at someone like that again.

Weston actually held his breath as he watched her. The moment was coming. Weston would leave this place with his hands in the air and whooing to the world if he was able to leave making this woman’s life. Making people happy was one of the things he really loved doing. It just made him happy. It was why in his spare time he did some charity work. Not exactly something he advertised because it brought the wrong impression on himself, but it wasn’t like he lied about it either. How did one think he got dogs? Just randomly decided to go to the shelter. Please, he had frequent flyer miles. The woman there told him that it was about time he went out and got a couple for himself after helping the mutts for so long. Weston really was a lot softer than he appeared to be. But that was just it. That was how Weston hid. He was a lighter tougher. He wasn’t mean… or he tried not to be. People like this woman were quite the mystery. It made him feel important to unlock it.

A ghost of a smile, which was the closest he thought he was probably going to get, crossed her lips and Weston just made one of his million dollar smiles. The ones that made his eyes glitter and have it stretch from cheek to cheek. It was like a kid who got exactly what he wanted for Christmas or something. He felt bubbly and the sudden mood to do a dance, but he kept tight in his seat. He swayed his bad leg a couple of times to get the energy out, but she couldn’t have made the man happier. She even said it in a joking tone. ”Ah, most beautiful women are. Leave poor guys like me stringing behind.” He said, lifting his better hand and acting like he just tossed a handful of breadcrumbs behind him. His smiled turned to something more modest, giving a sideways smile at her. Of course right after that she had to leave, literally feeling like one of the crumbs that he threw. He sighed loudly after she left, but couldn’t help but feeling happy about it. He was sitting high up in his seat, grinning at all the pretty posters.

Except here came the worse part. The waiting. It sure was taking her a long time. All of that giddy feeling was still running through him, but it was starting to dwindle slightly. Just a little bit. Weston just didn’t like waiting because he was madly bored. He looked at his stitches again like someone might have looked like a painting. His eyes then diverted over to the bedside and all the little things in there. He had already done this before she arrived, so doing all of this was just repeating itself. By the time she finally came back, he had memorized everything on every bit of his wall. Even the parts in Spanish that he didn’t understand. Still, seeing her again reminded him of what he had accomplished. Who said that violence wasn’t the answer? She seemed a little more snappy than what she left, but nothing by what she left. His smile faded a little bit, looking down at his hands. She must have given herself plenty of pep talks. Damn. He had been doing so well. Still, she didn’t seem completely off. There was still something that showed in her face that didn’t say ‘I can’t wait until you leave’. That was a plus. ”I’m supposed to keep them clean without messing with the stitches. No cloth, more of a rinsing so that it doesn’t get caught. Don’t punch anyone with this hand for a while. I can’t chew at them either.” HE kept his good humor up, to see how strong that wall really was. ”And recommend you whenever I come back right Miss?” He asked with a flirty grin. Even if she gave herself a pep talk, he figured do it once, do it again. Maybe leave with a number to try to do it again. Just watch- this chick had a boyfriend and he was giving the wrong impression. Really he was harmless. Most of what he said wasn't going to follow through. He had this bad habit of leading girls on and giving them wrong impressions.

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People didn’t tend to realize the feeling of safety someone could get from hiding behind a wall. Sure, it was lonely. Very lonely. Marley would be the first to admit that. Who did she really have in her life that she cared about completely? Her dog, Dexter? Cameron Way had started to ease himself around the wall but Marley wouldn’t say he had passed it yet. So yeah, the witch would never argue that it was the greatest way to live. If you couldn’t deal with being lonely, then you definitely couldn’t be as protective over yourself as Marley was.

But that was exactly it. It was her protection. She had been through so much, had let so many people into her life only to be let down. It happened when you bounced from foster home to foster home and had a bad attitude. You began to learn how hurtful people could be, how dangerous it was to let that many people in. It didn’t take long before you decided that people just weren’t worth it. There were too many bad things out there to try to hold out for the good. She’d much rather be safe and lonely than hurt and alone.

Not that she could just explain that to someone who didn’t understand. If a person hadn’t experienced the same thing as Marley or something similar, they thought she was just being overly cautious. Because to them, why would you ever choose to live such a lonely life? Maybe they could understand the want to stay safe, but they didn’t realize how deep that ran, how it was more of a need than a want. She really couldn’t be any other way even if she wanted to. People, as a whole, were awful and she couldn’t just willingly open herself up to that.

Which of course, was one of the reasons why Marley was so annoyed at herself for letting Weston get to her so much. She normally wasn’t tricked like she had been with Weston. The witch had made the mistake of thinking it was okay to tone down her bitch level and look what happened. She let herself be sucked in by his jokes and allowed herself to start enjoying his company. Sure, it was nothing awful but in Marley’s experience, this was a slippery slope. You could start to think people were maybe not so bad and then all the sudden they did something that reminded you why you didn’t trust them in the first place. That was how she was feeling right now.

Weston seemed like a player, at least to Marley. Of course she didn’t know him outside of this little interaction nor would she. It was this and then she’d never have to talk to him again, unless of course he happened to get hurt again and Marley was working and had been assigned to his problem. So it wasn’t something that would be a problem for her later. But all he had done since he had gotten here was flirt, which was what gave her that impression. And Marley was supposed to brush that kind of person off. They always brought more trouble than they were worth and Marley knew that.

Even then, the witch still found herself joking with him, found herself wanting to match the smile he gave her. That was what had caused her to panic and made her take her time at the nurse’s station until she had everything under control. She didn’t want to slip any more than she already had. There was a part of Marley that thought being in Manuka and being a nurse was starting to make her soft. At least, she was starting to trust people a little bit easier than she had before she had a permanent home. The witch wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Never the less, the sooner she got Weston out of the room, the better. Then she could be done worrying and go about finishing her shift in a more relaxed way. Marley might’ve had that thought, but apparently it didn’t mean that her body was going to listen to it. She had already found herself giving Weston the same small smile she had earlier at his comment. “Clearly, you’ve heard the speech one too many times. I doubt you even need these,” Marley said, indicating the papers on her clipboard.

She ignored his last comment simply because what was she supposed to say without returning the flirty tone? Nothing. And she wasn’t about to let herself flirt back. Besides, it sounded kind of nice, him recommending her. Marley was pretty sure that had never happened before. People typically didn’t want to deal with her more than once. Sure, that was Marley’s fault mostly but it still didn’t change the fact that she rarely had repeated patients who were willing to see her again.

“I need you to sign here,” Marley said, handing the clipboard to Weston. She pointed to the line that she meant and then passed him a pen too, hoping that he didn’t need to sign with the hand she had just stitched up. That would make things more difficult. “I’m going to need the top paper back. The rest are yours and you can be on your way,” Marley instructed, thinking she was probably sounding a bit bossy and like she was trying to push him out as quick as she could but who really wanted to stay at the emergency room longer than they had to?

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This had to be one of the quickest hospital visits he had been to. Whether she wanted to be very efficient without having a patient wait too long or she wanted to get rid of him. There was no reason why it couldn’t have been both as well. Weston thought he was doing rather well for himself when all of this was happening. At first, she had been completely un-amused with a straight face and an attitude that just screamed she didn’t want to be there. She was letting up a little, and when she returned, it was as if she went over to something and rinsed out all of the happy feelings she was beginning to feel. Weston wondered if it was a bad day or if she was already like that. Either way, she should just let him go ahead and make it better. He didn’t know how to communicate that without being extremely blunt about it. That might make things worse.

Really, he didn’t need those. Not even because he gained a lot of stitches before in his life. Each and every time, he nodded. There was no reason to act like the asshole and say ‘Yeah I know I know’ and completely not know anything. Weston got those kind of guys all the time. Even if they really did know everything, there was no reason to interrupt him when he was going through procedure. It had to be said or Weston could be sued. Despite what the other guy was talking about. It was like reading the Miranda rights to someone who just got arrested. Some guy that did it over and over again probably had the damn thing memorized, but it still had to be said so that later in life they weren’t sued for anything. Yeah, he knew how that worked too. He had considered being a cop, but wasn’t sure if he could handle that sort of seriousness daily. ”No, but you know how procedures go. Have to sign all the papers that say I won’t be able to sue you in case I’m a dumbass, right?” Grinning at her, ”Which I assure you I’m not- I promise.” He gave a swift wink before grabbing the set of papers in her hand.

It was only lucky that the stitches weren’t on the hand that he actually wrote with. Or else all of this was just going to go downhill. Honestly, he thought that the doctor would be able to read his handwriting anyway. They wrote some little list of scribbles and called that a prescription writing or something. Surely they would be able to read something with the hand he didn’t write with. Although he had pretty terrible handwriting to begin with. Weston didn’t take the time to make sure that it was pretty and evenly spaced. As he looked at what he was going to sign, he smiled a little bit to himself. It was cute she thought she was just able to push him out of there. Weston was going to drag this out as long as he could, as time was running out and her lips hadn’t even shinned brightly. They have given him somewhat of a grin. Something he was excited about. Weston was experimenting how far he could go.

Weston took the time to read what he was signing. Something that he didn’t understand most of. It was all about the legal contracts and what he was able to do if this happened. What he wasn’t able to do if this happened. The visit was good and his insurance wasn’t something he just wrote down and didn’t have. All of that stuff that was able to bring into court later. The biggest lie of most people was “I read the terms of agreement” whether it be on paper or on the internet. ”Oh, hey, you didn’t write your number anywhere on this. Disappointing.” He teased. Honestly, Weston wouldn’t sure what he would do with her number. Have it, he guessed? Put it in his phone for a later date if needed? It was the fact he was gaining a number that was important to his reputation. His reputation as a man slut was apparent. It wasn’t one of his favorites that he had to keep up with, but he had to keep up with it none the less.

After reading the entire thing, he signed his name scribbly at the bottom of the page, only having a W and a P visible. The rest little lines that sometimes went longer than the others. He also put a placement of numbers on the corner of it for her. Weston seriously hoped that was going into the permanent records and such because that would be amusing. ”Well, there’s my soul.” He told her, giving her the piece of paper and seeing that all of the papers he had were the verifications of everything they had done. So that they weren’t able to sue him. ”Will I see you soon to collect it, or what?” Finding it ironic considering demons and such were real. He didn’t think that he was talking to one, but he supposed he never knew. Demons usually didn’t put themselves into the business of helping others, so he seriously doubted it. ”Or do I have to punch another guy to re-visit? I’ll leave the choice up to you.” Although he was going to have to leave soon. Weston could honestly say he left this place in a much more “Weston mood” than when he walked into this place.
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The witch wouldn’t admit it, but she was actually a little sad having to discharge Weston. Or well, sad wasn’t really the word for it but she didn’t know what else to say. As annoying as Marley might’ve found Weston to begin with (and let’s be honest, she still thought he was rather annoying), at least he wasn’t an awful person. He was clearly a sweetheart, even if that trait in a person sometimes drove the girl insane. It was better than having some asshole in here who would’ve been pissy that he was hurt or would’ve whined the entire time since in Marley’s experience, guys didn’t always have the highest pain tolerance.

If she had to deal with that kind of attitude all night, Marley definitely wouldn’t be in the best temperament by the time she got to leave here. But a person being as sunny as Weston, while bothersome, didn’t emotionally and physically drain her. At least once he left, she’d still be in a pretty good mood. Maybe in an even better mood than she had been before he got here, though Marley would never admit that. She’d much rather say he was a huge annoyance that wasted her time than say anything positive about Weston, not because he didn’t deserve to hear something positive but because Marley didn’t give compliments. It made people think that you liked them or something, and the girl definitely wasn’t trying to make any sort of friends. Definitely not with patients either.

And Weston was a pretty good guy, even if the witch wasn’t going to tell him that. She did have to say not being interrupted while giving him his discharge information, which was definitely a nice change of pace. Marley always seemed to get the jerks who felt like they could talk over her or tried to completely shut her down while she gave them their instructions. She was sure it had to be annoying to hear again, especially if you had been in the emergency room multiple times, but it didn’t mean anything. The witch had a job to do and would get in trouble if she didn’t do it. They could wait a couple extra minutes for that and didn’t have to be rude about it. And she guessed Weston’s comment at the end could’ve been considered cute, if Marley thought that kind of thing about people.

She swore he was trying to waste her time though. For as grateful as Marley was that Weston hadn’t felt the need to interrupt her while she talked, she was equally as annoyed that he decided he had to read all the paperwork she had given him. Must’ve been the trade off, she supposed. And she guessed legally he was supposed to do that, but the witch had never had a patient who wanted to waste time by doing that. Normally by the time Marley gave them their discharge papers, they were ready to get the hell out of the emergency room. They didn’t want to spend any extra time there.

Though she guessed all of that could be made up or by Weston’s comment when he finished reading. Marley hadn’t been expecting it and she found a small smile forming despite her best efforts to not let it happen and rolled her eyes. “Like I could trust you with that information,” Marley said, before reminding herself that she should stay professional and keep a more stoic manner. Still though, the witch couldn’t help but feel that if Weston had her number, she’d be getting strange calls at weird hours of the night. Of course she didn’t know that for sure, but she also wasn’t ready to find that out first hand.

Weston handed the papers back to Marley and she glanced over them to make sure he had signed in the right place and that everything was all filled out. She didn’t miss the numbers he had scribbled in the corner. What did he expect her to do with them? It wasn’t like Marley had any use for them. She certainly wouldn’t ever have a need to call the guy. The witch chose to ignore them instead, figuring it’d be easier in the long run if she just left it. Besides, if Marley said anything about the numbers, it’d probably just start another mini discussion, making Weston stay here even longer.

Clearly, Weston had other plans because he still insisted on chatting. While it could’ve been considered charming, Marley wasn’t all about flirting. Not right now, and not in a hospital. “How about neither?” she suggested. She certainly didn’t need him back in here because he punched something else. The second time around, Marley couldn’t help but feel that Weston would be more annoying than charming. “Any other relevant questions?” Marley asked, needing to make sure that he knew everything he needed to before walking out the emergency room doors.

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Maybe under different circumstances. He was certain that he’d manage to get some type of date out of her eventually (even if it was just to get him to shut up). However, he wouldn’t go on that date. He wouldn’t pick her up and talk her out somewhere. Not because it was her. Oh- no. She was absolutely gorgeous. It was Weston. He hadn’t dated since his last ex wife and never really got the heart to go out and try. Part of him just liked to have this fun flirting thing that went on with everyone else. The flirty part of him was always with him, married or not. In the past, it had been the reason for relationships breakups. Nothing happy and good, right? This, he didn’t have to worry about someone yelling at him for it. The woman she married was even bothered by it at first. Weston wanted to huff. Yeah, out of all the things, that bothered him.

At her small response, he saw the smile, and it made him grin. Yes, yes, yes, who was the best? He was the best? Who had the victory in hand? Oh, that was him. Both beating up some shit head and making a beautiful woman smile all in the same night! Maybe he should go off angry more often. Although, he did have to say, he didn’t like himself when he was angry. He was constantly hot, short tempered, and that wasn’t the Weston everyone knew and loved. His face was in a huge frown that made him look like he was a guy who took working out too seriously. Not only would it kill his social life, but his work would suffer heavily too. He was a physical trainer and physical therapist. Both required him to be a little bit better in charisma. Which he did have. But sometimes his emotions went into this rage and stayed there. Thank God for that fight.

With a small smirk, he lifted his eyebrow, ”Aw, come on. I wouldn’t give it to anyone! No, I’d keep it all to myself.” That part was true. He did want to tell her that he promised he was harmless and just joking around, that nothing would happen, but that would ruin his reputation. Some people thought that by only letting yourself out with a couple of people, it wouldn’t ruin a reputation. Please. He knew how much people talked and there was always that one who told everyone he was secretly sweet and shit. He didn’t trust the other person’s word for a moment unless it was said under oath in court. And even that was iffy. He was pretty trusting, but he didn’t with stuff like that. The way to get and keep the reputation was to treat everyone the same way. Don’t think for a moment it won’t get out. Never.

Neither? Oh damn, shot down hard and cold. He flinched teasingly at her, pretending that he was a little offended by the comment. But again, what was he going to do with her number? He could call her… he knew that if he saw her number calling him, he probably wouldn’t answer. It happened all the time. Again, it came all about reputation. Another one to have to grin and talk about. Yes, guys did that. ”Fine. Beating up another person who deserved it, it is!” Though he really wasn’t planning on it anytime soon. It wasn’t like he liked getting stitches and enduring the small pain that came with it. He didn’t like being dragged away when he just didn’t want to stop punching him in. People in movies should have mentioned that when people punch other people, it fucking hurt.

With a last sigh, he grinned at her, giving it his very best at the very last moments. ”I think that’s it. Thanks beautiful.” Giving her one last wink, he stood up, his massive body suddenly feeling like it was going to pop all over the place because he had been sitting forever. Weston didn’t do well with sitting in a place for a long time. With that, it felt good to stretch out his legs and walk out, only giving one last look over his shoulders before heading home.

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