death becomes him

Mercy stuck the tube in the hematocrit centrifuge and turned the machine on.  Normally she’d be explaining what she was doing, but this patient could really go fuck himself.  ”Mhm …yeah, I’m just trying to get an idea as to when it started, if it’s getting worse, stuff like that.  So if you had to make a guess, how long has this been going on?”  

Thomas took a step forward and the sudden shift of weight on him. He then took another step wrapping his arm around Nick’s waist walking slowly. “This works…” Thomas chuckled as they walked slowly down the hallway.

"I wish we could walk faster, but I'm pretty sure I'd fall." His free hand darted out to tightly grip Thomas' shirt as he felt his legs go weak, but he recovered from the event a moment later. "I'm good, I'm good . . . Shit, man; I'm lucky you came along."

Tom gave a smile at his request. “I can do that.” He let his thumb caress on Nick’s hand. “C’mon…” He slowly stood up and helped Nick stand. “Do you need to wrap your arm around me or something?”

He nodded, standing with Thomas' help. Even so, he leaned heavily against the wall, barely able to stay on his own two feet. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Nick muttered, shifting his weight forward for just a moment to take a step forward. His arm quickly went around his friend's shoulder, using him to hold himself up now. "Yeah, this works . . Kind of."

Thomas shook his head. He didn’t believe that he had a chance outside these walls. “I don’t know…maybe when I get out I can see my dad and get a job, he’s always helped me out.” Thomas squeezed Nick’s hand back. “Thanks.”

"That actually sounds a lot better. I actually hate my dad a lot," he said with a small shrug. "No problem . . but hey, you know how you're always saying thank you to me for doing stupid little things? If you really want to thank me, you can help me get to my room, because I don't think I can walk there, not on my own."

"A job is something I’ll need once as I’m out of here. I’m too old to start college. Tried that once and then I ended up losing my mind psychologically and was committed here."

"You're not too old, Thomas . . but if you don't want to, that's fine. I'll send him a letter, or I'll call him, and then we can figure something out for you. I'm sure he can get you an internship at his job or something." Nick paused, taking Thomas' hand and giving it a light squeeze. "You'll get back out into the world someday; don't worry."

Eli & Nick || Closed Starter

"It’s not just sex, Nick. It’s a mutual agreement between me and her. We both get sex and I put just as many scars on her." Elliot reached out and cupped Nick’s cheek. "I’m going to get hurt. Allex has quite a temper and I’ve walked away from worse with him. Just don’t hurt her, Nick. It’s an agreement between me and her. Her body looks worse than mine."

"I'll let her scar me up, then. I'll let you both do it. I'm not letting you get get anymore, Elliot; I don't care what you say," he whispered. "Don't try and care about me when you won't let me care about and take care of you." He reached out, gripping the guard's hand gently. "Please - and you know I never say please unless it's important to me."

repulsed

Elliot laughed, "It's not just because of you. You had turned me down enough times that I figured asking you again wad pointless. Everything is okay for the most part. Micah hasn't done anything life threatening and it keeps us both sane..." Elliot mentally slapped himself. "Don't do anything, Nick. I find out you did anything to her and I'll throw you in ISO personally."

He froze up as Elliot said who it was, eyes narrowing immediately. "Then you better get ready to lock me up. Nobody hurts you," he hissed. "If it happens again, I will go after her, and you won't be able to stop me. Elliot, Is sex what you need? I'll be there for you, and-- if she needs to hurt someone, I'll be there for her, but I won't let the two of you do this anymore."