I am the Shield and the Sword

Things about the male just didn’t appear to be adding up and Ramona was astonished that she was apparently the only one who could see that. “Evidently” she countered, pointing towards the correct equipment for the test. “PTT’S are child’s play, everybody knows that.” The tap of the name tag had Ramona’s nostrils flare, mildly irritated but for now she would ignore that. Instead she watched on astounded as ‘Castillo’ passed her as her arms crossed against her chest. “Blood samples are that way” she interrupted, leaning slightly to one side in order to direct him. 

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For some random reason, rather than just walking out---too into the role he was playing---, Garrett gazed to where she pointed at. He was thankful, but made sure not to show it since he’d begun getting slightly frustrated as adrenaline rushed through his veins. “Is it? Is that why there’s so many children working back here?” he asked sarcastically. Very easy to judge from such a tall horse, she should’ve tried to run the test herself while running away from the law. As she micromanaged him again, Garrett sighed softly. “I like playing with shit and piss before I do blood tests, ma’am. Can you let me breath really quick so I can get to working?”

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Levi soon groaned as he came back around and looked around him as he pushed himself up slowly, gripping on a nearby chair to pull himself to standing. “You dropped by to see me?” he wondered before the comment of help passed the other’s lips. “Whats wrong… I mean I’m not really in a position to help patients at the minute..” Levi admitted.

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When asked for confirmation, Garrett ignored the doctor. If he was still out of it, there was no point to do much more than help him the best he could. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to call any sort of emergency. “C’mon, doc. Come back to this side...” Although hearing Dr. Kenner’s admission did cause Garrett to chuckle with honest amusement. “Yea, I see that... Should I call a helpful doctor for you?” he teased, trying to mask his nervousness. Although he’d carried a shady reputation for years, Garrett wasn’t comfortable in life or death situations. 

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       rebekah hadn’t recognized the other that had spoken to her, but in a hospital that wasn’t entirely cause for concern. there were people being fired and others being hired quite constantly in a place like this. ❝ breaks are good. ❞ she agreed, though a frown fell upon her features when he mentioned that he hadn’t been able to find the parking lot. ❝ seriously? you don’t know where the parking lot is? have you tried – outside? ❞

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Garrett managed to smile through what he perceived was a rude answer to his friendly and innocent questions... As innocent as an arrested thief and current fugitive got anyway. “Nah, you’re getting Punk’d,” Garrett teased in return. “I see, I see... And that would be a right or left from this spot?” he asked, pointing down innocently at where he stood. “This spot right here.... Do I go left? Do I go right?”

“It looks like you got yourself into a situation,” Davina told Garrett as she came nearer. She was used to the restraints. She had mastered getting out of them as well and she wouldn’t leave him to struggle. Getting a bobbypin tucked in her hair out she walked over to crouch in front of him. “Don’t move,” she warned him. There was no threat given but she enjoyed toying with him. Maneuvering the pin a few times the restraints released. Sitting back on the floor she furthered, “What happened?”

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Garrett chuckled nervously, gaze glued to Davina now. “Yea... Yea... Nothing too serious... You know how it is.” Meanwhile, he was praying to whatever deity was closest to listen that she didn’t get too close. Truth was: he was afraid, and even more so as Davina pulled out something pointy and sharp. “Don’t take my eyes!” he pleaded, giving in to his cowardice as he was trapped between her and his restraints. Still, he didn’t move---afraid of invoking her anger further. 

And yet, he wasn’t hurting, he was free. Opening one eye, he quickly offered a charming smile. “Oh, hey! Thanks, Boss.” When asked what happened though, Garrett sighed with exhaustion. “They got me confused with someone else.” He could tell her the whole story, but Garrett didn’t want to bore her into killing him. “I tried to run and got caught.”

Maceo grinned.  “Well, if you need any more directions around this place you can always come and find me.  I’m pretty sure I know the whole place inside and out by now; everything but the basement, because I’m not going down there before they take me.”  He took the offered hand with a quiet thanks, not wanting to let on just how much he’d worn himself out with what was meant to be an easy walk.  “So, what brought you in today?  Or you just here to help out the guys who couldn’t get to their rooms?”

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Although thankful to the stranger, Garrett really hoped he never saw the other again... Unless it was in the future and the felon was buying him a drink as a thank you. “Yea... I never been a fan of being underground,” he admitted casually, giving into the chitchat as he moved with the other for support. “Helping another is just human nature. What I do here... in the medical field, we call it vampirism,” Garrett jested. “If there’s a blood test that needs to get done, I’m coming for it,” he lied. 

Jayce watched the other and sighed a little at the others attitude to the whole thing. It was only ever when Garretts skin was on the line that he seemed to take thing seriously. “Well I did get a call about bail… but I was busy…” he stated. “Beside I thought maybe a day or two in a cell would wise you up Gar…” Jayce sighed realising he was wrong. “You know… I know you like to call me doc, but here it would be a wrong place for someone to hear you saying that..” he chuckled.

Jayce shook his head. “how though… you are gonna have that name in the records now, Garrett..” The thought of leaving the town, it gave him pause for thought. “I can’t… I can’t just leave this place… I have friends here, my job..” he admitted. Afte rhearing about the males leg, he knelt down to look at it. “What have they said about your leg… “ he wondered for a moment before standing up. “You’re gonna have to knock me out… and then make a break for home… and i’ll meet you when I finish okay?” Jayce stated.

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Garrett chuckled lowly when Jayce explained why he missed the county jail call. “I deserved that,” he admitted with an honest smile. “You know...? Maybe a week ago I would’ve been pissed, but I see the logic... To be honest, the cell sounds great compared to the shithole they transferred me to.” When Jayce mentioned he should keep the petnames for another time, Garrett chuckled again. “Sorry.”

When Jayce brought up some holes in Garrett’s petition, the felon simply feigned a pout. “Why ask me? You’re have the higher IQ in this relationship,” he pointed out in jest.... although it wasn’t a lie. “It’s not broken or pierced... or missing, so it’s a win.” However, when Jayce proposed his plan, Garrett furrowed his brow. “I don’t think this is the appropriate time to try out new kinky shit, babe,” he scolded.

“Hey, don’t stress - this place can be a bit of a maze if you don’t know where you’re going, you know?”  Maceo smiled.  “It gets easier the longer you hang out.”  He looked back towards his room, offering an easy-going shrug.  “I wouldn’t hate having somebody to lean on for the trip back, but if you’re trying to get somewhere for lunch don’t let me keep you; I’ll get there eventually.”

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“Definitely,” Garrett agreed, thankful for the stranger. “We’ll see... I’ve never been good with directions in my life. This seems like a new challenge.” At the other’s humble acceptance for help, Garrett offered a friendly smile. “C’mon, brother.” Garrett offered the other his arm and his person to hold onto, wondering if the other would’ve been just as willing if he’d known what crimes Kenneth Ferguson was accused of---or for that matter, Garrett himself. People didn’t take kindly to thieves and drug peddlers. Still, felt nice to just be human at that moment.

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Seeing the stranger walking up Harper tilted her head slightly, not only had her father worked here her whole life, with her walking the halls but she had been in and out of the place. There weren’t many doctors or staff she didn’t know but this one…he was new and he clearly wasn’t offered his size in scrubs, she wondered if that was Linder in laundry just getting herself a little eye candy for the day. Claiming the old ‘They’re on back order’ trick. “Oh yeah, deadly.” Harper replies with a nod of her head. Before pointing to the bottle of disinfectant, “Spray it and place it in the box.” She points to a square box that fixed into the wall of the plastic with one door on his side and another on her own. “Fear of fingers getting lost.” She explained the box with a smile on her face, teasing the man.

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Her words caused him to smile, but his gaze betrayed him and showed a glimpse of nervousness. Reluctantly, his gaze followed to where she pointed--he was suddenly afraid of taking his eyes off her. Still, he followed her directions, but paused as she explained the box. “... Are you serious or are you messing with me?” he questioned, leaning in towards the plastic that separated them. She wasn’t 7 feet tall, but the material didn’t seem strong enough to keep a motivated psycho from doing as they pleased. “You kinda got the Red Rum girl look down, so... you see where the fear comes from?”

His gaze turned to fall on the male that asked if he had any extra cigarette’s, more than willing to offer one as a hand reached into his pocket to pull the box out before the male began backing away and his brows furrowed deeply. It wasn’t until he took off sprinting that realization settled in that a heavy sigh eased from his lips, Leo dropping his lit cigarette to the ground and stepping on it before he took off after the male. He was fast but Leo had been trained for this, every stride pulling him closer and closer to the male until the distance between them was filled and Leonidas threw himself at Garrett, arms wrapping around him as he took him to the ground. “You know I really was enjoying that smoke,” Leonidas stated, his accent thick as he situated himself with his knee pressed firmly against the middle of the male’s back. “Wanna explain why the fuck you just took off like that before I let your ass up?”

Garrett didnt need to go look behind him to know he was being chased. “Oh, shit,” he cursed to himself, trying his best to make it to the gate. However, as the drugs in his system began to fade, Garrett was feeling the pain on his leg---the injury that had landed him at the hospital. Feeling himself being tackled was a bizarre experience: he saw everything in slow motion, yet was aware it happened in mere seconds. Breathing heavily once on the ground, Garrett wasn’t even too disappointed. The grass smelled nice. “I get it, but I’ve been trying to quit,” he chit chatted casually. “I’m working on my cardio.”

Noticing the interruptions of those entering the lab, Ramona made a point of acknowledging her colleagues at least, before her stern gaze fell upon Garrett. Things were run like a military operation in these labs and she had known the comings and going’s of just about everybody. Ramona watched carefully as he was given simple instructions and she could only assume that he was one of the new employee’s. However she quickly became sceptical as he silently pleaded with her for assistance. “Thromboplastin time test” she repeated the words spoken by her colleague moments beforehand before her brow creased and she backtracked “I’m sorry, who the hell are you?”

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As the person he’d hope threw him a life saver tossed a cinder block, Garrett blinked repetitively in confusion. “Ok, then... Sorry, I’m still asleep,” he mumbled, moving over to search for the bodily fluids of the person he had previously been told. “Um...” Looking at the nametag on his lab coat, he turned back and looked her in the eyes. He couldn’t give her a title because he had no idea what the abbreviation on it meant. “Castillo.”

Davina didn’t take kindly to being confined to her room. They even attempted to restrain her but she found her ways around it. She wasn’t going to let them lock her up like that. She wandered down the hall and eventually found one she was looking for. She’d seen Garrett around a few times in the hospital and it was amusing to her that he was back again. Standing in his doorway she was just doing only that. Standing and watching until he spoke to her. “I don’t have any.”

Hearing the familiar voice at the door instantly sobered Garrett up. His eyes opened like saucers and he slipped from his bed ass-first as he attempted to get up. His cuffed hands made it hard to get his bearings straight. Peaking from behind his bed, Garrett offered an apologetic smile. “Hey, Boss!” he greeted. “What a coinkydink finding you here!” Bullshitting his way through life had worked so far, but Garrett was praying to deities on this one. Last thing he wanted was to wake up in the burn unit struggling for his life.

Jayce was soon embraced in Garretts arms and his patted the other on his back for a moment before pulling. “What did you do this time?” he wondered. Looking at the other he wondered why he was still so invested in his relationship with the other, but he couldn’t stop loving the other despite the others disposistion for trouble. Looking down to the wrist band, Jayce soon pulled him into a private side room and closed the door. “What do you want me to do Gar? I mean if they brought you in they would use the name they know you as…. did anyone who know’s you see you as Ken?” he wondered.

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Jayce’s question caused Garrett to roll his eyes exaggeratedly. He did hate it when forced to come to terms with the consequences of his own actions. “Nice way of saying you missed me,” the felon countered with a feigned pout. Following after Jayce as he pulled him into a room, Garrett chuckled, a lot more relax and confident now. “Slow your roll, doc. My prostate exam isn’t till next week,” he teased with a wink, although all playfulness would soon dissolve from his features and demeanor.

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Being dragged back and cuffed to his bed hadn’t been fun. Neither had been being forced fed medicine to keep him calm. When it all just escalated the situation, Garrett felt a prick on his arm. Slowly, the world faded away and his strength abandoned him...

When he woke up, the convict found himself cuffed still, his mouth dry enough that his tongue felt sandy. Noticing a shadow in the hall, Garrett called out. “Can you help me? I need some water.”