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Post by Aaron Stone on Nov 1, 2011 4:57:49 GMT
I yelped and pulled my arm out of Oryana's grip. Big mistake. I felt the blood drain from my face as I bit my tongue to stop myself from exploding. "Touch me and I will bite you. Hard." I looked at Oryana, trying to read her expression to find out why the hell she was torturing me. I looked back to the nurse, who told me that my arm was gonna get worse if I didn't let her look at it, describing how my arm was gonna look in a week if she didn't. The mental images were the most sickening images ever. I gingerly held out my arm. She gently took it and examined it. "The bone is already set..." She murmured. I glanced sideways at Oryana. It was all I could do keep a vacant expression.
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Post by Oryana Iris Blair on Dec 22, 2011 16:00:14 GMT
"I'd be more than happy to break it again so you can set it," I raised my eyebrows and threw a hateful glance to Aaron, then looked back to the nurse. "This will have to be done, professionally," She sent Aaron into the next room, the doctors room. I was left alone in the nurses office for a few minutes, playing with bottles and odd metal equipment, bored. The nurse returned a few minutes later, alone. "He won't be in a good mood when he gets back. He's having his arm broken again," She explained. "Wonderful. Well, I'm off," I saluted her with two fingers before heading off.
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Post by Aaron Stone on Nov 8, 2012 9:58:27 GMT
"OW! Mother of Fu-" "Mr Stone! If you would, kindly refrain from using that kind of language." Just my luck. I got a politely annoying doctor to break my arm for me. He also apparently thought painkillers were for babies, and therefore, didn't give me any. I was not in a good mood when I left that clinic. I wandered through the streets for a while, thinking of how I was gonna get out of this situation. I had screwed up. Big time. And it got me a twice-broken arm. I didn't notice the shadow moving behind me. Not until I felt the gun being put to my head. Not my best day.
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