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[workwillcarryon.livejournal.com]

Work can sometimes be a bitch.

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[deathangeljohn.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. *small smile*

[workwillcarryon.livejournal.com]

*small smile back, trying to stem the bleeding from his nose* Just a bit. Heh.

[deathangeljohn.livejournal.com]

Are you all right? *offers him a handkerchief*

[workwillcarryon.livejournal.com]

*takes it and presses it to his nose, nodding though it's obvious his neck is a little sore* I'm fine. Just wasn't expecting it.

[deathangeljohn.livejournal.com]

*looks at him curiously* How did it happen?

[workwillcarryon.livejournal.com]

Someone got lucky. *shrugs a little, it happens*

[deathangeljohn.livejournal.com]

Someone we need to test...?

[workwillcarryon.livejournal.com]

The guy I just bought in. He's in the holding cell. I must have miscalculated with the sedative, or he was on something. *which was quite possible, more than the first scenario due to the nature of their work*

[deathangeljohn.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I can handle him.

[workwillcarryon.livejournal.com]

He's under now. *shrugs a little, cleaning the blood off his nose and checking in the mirror for damage, wondering if he should try and set it* I gave him enough to take down an elephant.

[amanda-young.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it.

[deathangeljohn.livejournal.com]

I'll take care of you, darling, and our little angel.

[amanda-young.livejournal.com]

I know you will, John. *smiles lovingly*

[workwillcarryon.livejournal.com]

*half smiles and nods, wincing, trying to stop the bleeding* A real bitch.

[deathangeljohn.livejournal.com]

*gives him another handkerchief* Just sit down, and relax...

[amanda-young.livejournal.com]

Are you okay? *goes off to get ice before he can answer, bringing it back in a plastic bag*

[workwillcarryon.livejournal.com]

Thanks. *takes the ice, and put it on his nose, hissing a little, yay for broken noses* I'm okay. Just hurts. He just got fucking lucky is all.

[amanda-young.livejournal.com]

poor thing. *frowns, touching his arm* Are you going to make it?

[workwillcarryon.livejournal.com]

*laughs, hitting her lightly on the shoulder* Don't I always, Amanda?

[deathangeljohn.livejournal.com]

*smiles and looks at them both fondly*

[amanda-young.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Generally, yes, Douglas, you do. Need help with the nose?

[deathangeljohn.livejournal.com]

*blushes and looks at them both quietly, curious*

[workwillcarryon.livejournal.com]

*laughs, touching his nose and hissing* That would be wonderful.

[deathangeljohn.livejournal.com]

*watches them, silently* *stirs to go and get some bandages*

[amanda-young.livejournal.com]

It's gonna hurt... *but, hesitation is evil, so she reaches up and starts trying to force his nose back into shape* Shit... it's bad, Doug...