it's just a small cut.. That bleeds a lot.(Sofia)

[CHARLIE DEREK HANSON]

Charlie didn't wince and he didn't scream. He wasn't going to scream or kick. When the damn wolverine bit his arm while he was taking a nap he didn't even bother to find out what it was and he whipped around and took the fur in his mouth and bit down just the same. Not a good idea, the damn beast scratched his chest and Charlie just kicked the creature away. Oh well, it was just a cut right? One that really really liked to bleed. He studied it and watched the stranger, but resident of Mater tell him that he really needed to go to the clinic and get it checked out. He just shrugged and assured the girl that he was going to be fine. Apparently that wasn't enough and she dropped him off at the clinic. So he stood there, his hands limp at his sides and he stared blankly. He had no idea what he was doing here. It wasn't even that serious. It was just bleeding, all he needed was an old shirt to wrap around it. He watched the girl in the car, he leaned down and gave her a cheeky smile before telling her this was unnecessary. She wouldn't listen and gave him a smile and shooed him off and drove off. He rolled his eyes and spat at the ground before he started to take his stroll inside.

He hesitated before he grabbed the handle to the door and the smell of linoleum hit his nostrils. He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Charlie looked at the smiling receptionist and he gave a fake smile at her. He thought merciless thoughts silently before she asked him what happened before she noticed the dripping blood. She started to make a fuss and he almost yelled at her, but then he imagined the blood spurting out of the wound if he got too pissed off and raised his blood pressure. He let her push him through the other white door and down the hall. He didn't even realize he was being seated in a small patient room. He watched the receptionist and listened to her speak in a squeaky voice," Oh sir, the nurse will be in and she'll take care of you. Then the doctor or either will take care of you right away! I'm so sorry sir, tell me it wasn't a zombie!" She was rambling annoyingly. Charlie looked irritated but he answered sarcastically," If it had been a zombie I think I would have already eaten you by now. I'm pretty quick." She obviously didn't realize he was saying he would get rid of her first, but she just laughed and flirted a bit before saying he was distracting her. Usually he would have tried to distract her but she seemed like an idiotic bimbo and he liked smart girls.

He watched her leave and shut the door behind her. He looked around at the hopeful pictures on the wall and he just started into his spiel," There is no damn hope. It was gone when the first zombie sunk his teeth into the next fleshy human. It's the domino effect. Fuck hope. It's never going to work. Soon enough we're all going to die. May as well go out with a big fucking bang. If I didn't do that then there would be no point in even having started this journey." He sighed deeply and regained his breathing. He lifted his shirt up to inspect the scratches on his chest. Red began to spread out from the scratches, his skin looked like it was raising slightly and he shook his head. He cursed again but this time made no attempt to keep quiet. Charlie got off the patient table and walked over to the sink and spun the knob. The water came down and he felt it to see that it was pretty hot. He grabbed some paper towels and dabbed it on the cuts. He winced a little feeling a sharp sting but he pushed through with it. Before he knew it the blood was spooling around his hand. He ignored the fact he had no authorization to do this and he started to rummage through the cabinet for antiseptic.

[SOFIA ROCO GONZALEZ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/dw3p7q.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #808080 15px solid; border-left: #808080 15px solid;] something 'bout you and i Life couldn't get anymore normal than it already was for Sofia. It had been a few weeks since she first came to Mater and already, life seemed to be settling in its temporary slot for her. That is, until this little piece of safety was succumbed to the hell that basically made up most of the world. It was like a movie set everywhere she went and the worst thing about it was she was in it as a few other number of people. They were trying to maintain normal the best they could behind the walls to the outside world with the amount of electricity, water and other supplies they had. For Sofia, this was the best that she could ever hope for since the day the virus broke out. She'd been expecting derelict and rotting houses, people fighting over the simplest things and the world returning to an age where everyone lost their rationality. To her surprise, she was impressed with how everyone kept a life going on despite the utter chaos on the outskirts of town and beyond. She could actually sleep and not worry about a walker chewing off her liver when she woke up which was the one thing she liked the most about her new home... for now. The only thing missing was her son. She just needed time to revover all the lost strength she had before she took off once again and searched the world for him. Others may think it was stupid and stubborn of her but a mother's instinct had never, ever been wrong. She knew he was somewhere out there. Or at least that's what she always told herself every single day. Maybe she just couldn't cope with the reality. the facts that were screaming at her and the most obvious one, her son had been gone for a year or more now... But Sofia was not stopping to hope until she saw her son, dead or alive. There were some other reasons she knew he was still out there but since thinking about him made her overly depressed as well as being all elderly about the current state of the world, she refocused on folding the towels in the nurse's room and kept herself moving. She hadn't exactly worked in a hospital before, let alone a clinic and the easy job was a piece of cake for her. She'd been used to dodging bullets and looking out for land mines while she treated gunshots or dressed severed limbs. When she was called out by the receptionist to check on a recently acquired patient, she was more than happy to do it since her current task made her wanna shoot herself in the head. She liked easy, but not the lazy jobs. Sofia got more information from the girl but since she seemed to be in a more dreamy state, Sofia only got the idea that the patient had a few scratches on his chest, no, ripped chest, as accurately described by the girl. Sofia zoned out and counted to a hundred in her head, smiling at regular intervals and when the girl didn't stop babbling over how cute the guy was, she slowly slipped away, already having gathered the necessary things she needed. Reaching the door to the patient room, however, she caught a sight of someone rummaging through the medicine cabinet for whatever it was that he was looking for and her hand automatically went for her gun... which she'd left inside her locker in the nurse's station. Cursing silently to herself she opened the door with a loud bang and held a scalpel hidden by her side, the tray with the bandage and other stuff in her other hand. "I would stop trying to steal from the clinic if I were you," she warned him. Sofia knew it was too good to be true to find not a single malicious soul in this town. Maybe she hadn't noticed she'd been looking for some fault until now. Not that her sudden need to look for something bad in the town was reassuring. Just that, maybe it gave her a peace of mind to see that life in Mater was really normal, good and bad alongside each other. Unlike the bad and only bad walking outside the walls of town. "Some people actually need those unlike yourself who's just looking to get high." tagged ;; charlie ! words ;; 735 ! notes ;; wew. i dun normally write this long. xD !

[CHARLIE DEREK HANSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) Raiding this medicine cabinet sort of reminded him of traveling here to Mater and on the occasion it reminded him of going on raids for Mater. He remembered the times when he had to get in and get out. His car was just sitting outside the empty houses and the zombies were usually downtown. Sometimes he’d have to ruin the fresh carpet with blood because a damn zombie would still linger in its old house. His new best friends were guns and his own muscles. He could only remember his street fighting and he realized it wasn’t really like that now. A zombie wasn’t going to be using his fits, just his teeth and if that even nicked him he was done for. Unfortunately the Mater residence wasn’t as large as New York City yet or even as large as his hometown in Pismo Beach. Charlie was hoping at some point he’d be able to restore something in this town, something like enthusiasm and fun. Go down to a local bar and take down a few men. He was itching for a good fight, a left jab, a right hook. He was a fighter, not much of a lover for long periods of time but if it’s for a night then he was pretty good. He didn’t mind a few drinks and a guitar to play a few songs either. It was all passion and it was all for fun. The only career he had really known was modeling and acting. That had been his moneymaker. Now he was just an average guy fighting for his life and the life of this town. The dwindling rates however of Mater were quite a scare. He may not know everyone in this town and he may not give a rats ass about them, but the fact was if everyone started to die off and disappear then they were be nothing. It wasn’t like the girls were going to pop out babies and they were going to be adults in a day. That would be nice because the numbers were falling at a pace that seemed to be increasing every day. The thing was Charlie wasn’t going to sacrifice himself for anybody right now. He was keeping himself alive because that’s who he is. Charlie Derek Hanson loved no one in this new world. He didn’t even love himself, but he tolerated himself and knew he wasn’t going to change. He knew what his role was in the town, if he hadn’t already been specialized in raiding and risks then he would be a no one on this map. He’d be nothing useful and someone you could easily toss away. He may not care for many but the thing was he came close to sacrificing himself for this town whenever he was sent on a raid. It wasn’t so bad, he got a joy out of leaving because of the thrill and the adrenaline. It was some crazy shit going out there and watching zombies try and eat his flesh while he just kicked their heads off one by one. One of these days he was thinking about making it all the way to Washington and back with a tank. Now that would be a heroic and stupid thing to do. Charlie sort of blacked out for a minute while he was thinking about all the things he wanted to do and used to do. They were quite the comparison and he wondered if the world hadn’t gone to hell if he would have a different outlook at all. He probably wouldn’t have changed. He sighed deeply and he found some hydrogen peroxide and grabbed that and set it on the counter. He moved some bottles and checked some of the labels before finding some cotton balls. He definitely grabbed those and set them down when he noticed that the door clicked, but he didn’t bother look. There was a change in the air when the person entered, something feminine, and it smelled good. He smiled softly until her voice came out as if she were a momma grizzly with cubs. He chuckled softly at her warning and he pulled back from the cabinet. He figured she was his nurse that was going to be taking care of him today and he gave her smoldering smile. He figured she was hiding some weapon because one of her hands was tucked beside her hiding behind bagginess of her scrubs. He cocked his eyebrow and nodded slowly. He was figuring her weak spots and he said,” A hello and good morning to you too nurse.” He checked her over slowly and realized she really was a beautiful lady. He liked that midnight black hair and the caramel skin. Damn, she was attractive. Charlie made it a point to close the cabinet doors and he averted his attention back to the peroxide and cotton balls. ” Do you really think I’m here to get high? If you didn’t notice the waterfall of blood on my arm, you know you should really get your eyes checked out.” His voice was pretty chill and a little rough around the edges but it was nice. He wasn’t being too mean right now. He shook his head at her blindness and took some time to check out the tray of bandages and the rest of the items on the tray. He smirked ,” Oh so you are here to take care of me. How kind of you.” He decided to leave the stuff on the counter and go back to sit on the patient table. He watched her with dazzling blue eyes and waited for her to help him. He said,” I’m sure, without a doubt, you’re the perkiest nurse here.” He laughed with mischief twinkling in his eyes. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[SOFIA ROCO GONZALEZ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/dw3p7q.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #808080 15px solid; border-left: #808080 15px solid;] something 'bout you and i The room they were in was fairly small. Sofia had been in it a few times when it was her shift but mostly she was back in the nurses' quarters, waiting for her shift to be over. It was like a normal life all over again, for real. She was still trying to adjust to the very humane things she had to do. Like get-up, prepare for work and then go back home to rest. Being outside the walls of town didn't exactly give her the luxury of taking slow walks on the streets without having to mind her back all the time for walkers. She was still a little jittery at times, preparing for an onslaught with every squeek and footstep she heard coming from behind. Still, it was a good thing her defensive mechanism was still intact, she now just had to learn to control it. For instance, she had to keep her habit of pushing someone's neck with the back of her arm, towards a wall and breaking it, to a minimum. It wouldn't help to make the town like her or her patients trust her if she had a record of slicing someone's throat just because she was paranoid. Like maybe, now? If she'd just noticed the way the man cringed when he reached for a bottle in the far back of the cabinet, or forgot he had injuries when he suddenly stretched to reach something, then perhaps this meeting could've started on a better foot. As it was, she'd let her stupid assumptions get the best of her tongue and set the mood for the whole encounter. Him, thinking he's all that and girls worshipping him at his feet. At least that's how her initial impression of how he acted and talked was. Sofia didn't particularly like his tone nor the way he looked her up and down. But then, she may have caused his reaction when she accused him earlier. Sofia wasn't about to apologize though, it was his own fault that she'd gone accusing in the first place. Even went the trouble to hide a weapon just in case. The way he'd looked at her wasn't one of guild nor shock either, but him sizing up his next opponent. "Well if you'd sat down like you're doing now 'til your nurse came to check on you, then no one would've been suspicious," she answered in a very placating voice, trying hard to plaster a smile on her face. She still wasn't used to a very still environment treating minor wounds. But guys like him, she'd met plenty. You're lucky I even warned you. Bombs exploding and gunshot firing from all directions were more of her forte. A very quiet room with only her and her patient was a new and more quiet experience. Sofia was still adjusting to the perks of her new job in the medical field. She could actually focus more on stitches now that she didn't have to worry about being jumped by the enemy. Ignoring his questions in case she said things she shouldn't be saying again, she proceeded to the other side of the table while she felt eyes burning on her in places they shouldn't have been and returned the items he'd taken from the cabinet. She had a thing for keeping things in order but seeing as how the blood was draining the man, she just placed them in random places. When that was done, she proceeded to the sink to sanitize her hands, having placed her tray and scalpel by the side of the table. Turning around to face the problem or patient, she knew a trouble maker when she met one, her eyes almost widened in surprise. There really was alot of blood everywhere, on the table, in the cabinet and on the floor... and there was still an endless flow coming from the man's wounds. "These aren't zombie scratches, are they?" she inquired, getting a warm damp towel from a bowl. Sofia studied his face and could see the color slowly draining away as his eyes were starting to get cloudy. Still, the man could snicker at her and even laugh like there was nothing wrong with him. He was tough, she had to give him that. "Maybe if you quit moving and focused instead on breathing, that would make you feel better," she added, the blood still flowing. Calculating how that much of blood was coming out, it definitely had to hurt. Maybe he was used to getting himself beaten up than most. She started wiping off the fresh and dried blood from his upper torso and the other bloody areas, the dirt coming off too. "These are very thin and deep scratches to have been caused by finger nails," she finally said, having given the wounds a better look as she wiped them clean. She moved hastily as she could since the blood quickly replaced the areas she'd wiped and it really would help if the man could just remain a statue. "This will only sting a bit," she then said, when the initial cleaning up was done. She'd brough a rather strong alcohol for disinfection. You could never be too sure unless you used the strongest one there was... and the clinic really had only the strong ones. The doctors had even advised that everyone used them for even the smallest cuts. Checking his face to make sure he was ready, she then dabbed the cotton softly on his chest. Carefully tracing the damages and then redoing it for a second time. She grabbed a towel from the tray and covered a large part of the man's torso with a little pressure to keep the blood in place. The man needed a stitch for the deepest gash he had. "What did you say your name was again?" tagged ;; charlie ! words ;; 977 ! notes ;; sofia's so tempted to be more brutal. xD !

[CHARLIE DEREK HANSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) Charlie’s first thought was, why would he even want to steal medicine or supplies like that? He was the one who went out of his way and out past the border to go get them. Not like she actually knew that but he thought it was ridiculous she’d suspect a guy like him to want to steal supplies like this. Not going to lie, he’d rather steal food or some type of alcoholic beverage. Medicine wasn’t his thing; he hated doctors and the whole work of the medical field. He was used to being accused of things though, after all you had to be blamed when you’re the son of famous people and you were a model at some point. You get accused of a lot, like doing cocaine. He tried it once and it just didn’t give him that hype that most people felt apparently when they were on it. He was pretty normal without it so he just didn’t continue. He remembered the ladies around him doing it, most of them kept skinny and they were used for those morbid photo shoots, and it worked because their eyes were all reddish around them. They were still beautiful though, and he didn’t mind a few druggies as his groupies. He enjoyed their company. However the other type of drug distributed by doctors didn’t trip his trigger. Charlie was a sex god, and he thought no better of himself. However he wasn’t daft, you couldn’t really pull his leg. His favorite part of being himself was when someone tried to be an ass to him and try to make him look stupid and he completely put it back on them. He was actually really smart and knew a lot, but what was the point of using his smarts in a world like this? He didn’t know, so he didn’t find a reason. However another thing he liked about himself was his ability not to care what others thought of him. First impressions weren’t a big deal; you’d think what you would want to think of him. He wasn’t going to sway anyone’s opinion of him. He just didn’t care. It was best to know how they felt was honest and not swayed by any one person. He was very much himself around everyone except those he actually cared about. If he cared you knew him a little better than everyone else and you actually knew that he was a kind guy. However, Charlie reacts to what others say and do; like now she came in accusing and now he was getting ready to defend and offend if it came down to it. Charlie laughed at her remark and he retorted casually,” Well I’m not very patient. I’m self-sufficient, which means if I find some antiseptic and something else to clean my wounds I can handle it myself.” He watched her lips twitch up into a smile and a crafty smirk crept onto his lips. He could tell by the static in the room and the way she attacked him that she wasn’t a very happy-go-lucky person. He was fine with that, it just served as a better challenge to remove her clothes. The thing was, this girl looked like she’d been through a lot of things, and the only thing he could come up with due to those things; post-traumatic stress. That was his bet but he wasn’t going to lay down any of his cards just yet. The way she scrutinized him with her eyes was just enough for him to know she did not like him. Charlie simpered and observed her lips while studying the notions of her body language and he spoke to her,” You know, you don’t have to smile if you don’t want to. You’re not very good at hiding things... At least not from me.” He winked and with a cocky grin he viewed the room. His eyes carefully observed her actions as he sat on the cold paper wrapped around the patient table. He shifted his weight, and the paper crackled, he watched as she moved back over to the cabinet. She was putting everything he’d grabbed back, which was fine with him. She looked good from behind. Not that that was important, but he liked to point things like that out. Char’s blue eyes moved away from her and he started to whistle a mighty fine tune softly. She wasn’t slow with her work as she moved back over to him. It looked as if she just now realized that Charlie was losing all sorts of amounts of blood from his body. He probably looking sickly pale which wasn’t standard since he usually had a very attractive California tan on his body, he wore it well. Charlie smiled at those wide, brown eyes; she looked like a doe in headlights at that point. He was completely relaxed, not that this was regular, but it happened. Wolverines were not very kind creatures and one happened to think he was on its territory; Charlie begged to differ. It was a habit to ask a person when they had scratches if it was a zombie that made them. It was just a safety precaution people had to take in order to keep a small town of humans alive. There wasn’t a chance though that Charlie would have contracted the virus that would ravage his body and take over his mind; making him a daft, flesh eating monster. Nope. He wouldn’t let that happen, he wouldn’t come back to tell the tale at least, he would have put himself out of his misery. So he cocked his head to the side with a mischievous glint in his eyes before communicating,” Yeah. You know, I just went had a street fight with a zombie, he got a few jabs in and scratches here and there. He didn’t know I was the street fighting champ and I took him down.” He raised his brows to display his obvious sarcasm and he shook his head. His grin went away and gave light to just a straight face before he thought of the words to say,” I was taking a stroll, decided on a quick nap since I was up until four in the morning, then a wolverine decided I was on his turf and he picked the fight. I just had to end it.” He shrugged and listened to her directions; she didn’t talk like she was advising she was directing. He grinned and chuckled, he said,” I am breathing, but I’m not going to make it a point to focus on breathing like I’m a monk meditating.” He was just giving her a hard time which in turn was giving him a hard time. He sighed,” Alright, just for you doll face, I’ll be still.” He straightened his spine and sat up straight and relaxed, the warning of something stinging didn’t bother him. He didn’t show any sign of pain but his skin flinched just a little bit when the alcohol touched the wounds.” Father always said, what’s a good life if you haven’t been roughed up a little and in pain?” He smiled fondly for a moment, remembering his father and the creasing his on his forehead and the callouses on his hands. Charlie could handle almost anything you through at him, because he knew that this life wasn’t going to last forever. He knew the potential consequences when raiding and he knew what could happen at any time while he slept in the chilling dark. The candle lights flickering and as soon as they go out he knew that there was a chance he could be bitten and dismembered. He felt the pressure of the towel slowing the wounds and he knew the gash on his arm wasn’t going to just scab over on its own. He hated needles but not as much as losing people. When she asked him to remind her of what his name was he smirked,” I never said. It’s Charlie Hanson. What do they call a vixen like you?” He wasn’t going into the whole spiel about him being a model and you might have seen him on billboards, in magazines, on TV, or in some movies. Charlie Hanson was different now, he wasn’t the naïve model, he was now the hated, misunderstood Ranger in Mater. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[SOFIA ROCO GONZALEZ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/dw3p7q.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #808080 15px solid; border-left: #808080 15px solid;] something 'bout you and i The man had a certain air of confidence about him. Like the world would bow at his feet and follow each and every of his command. From the way he stood and the way he moved, how he'd gone ahead earlier and messed with the medical equipments in the cabinet, not waiting for the professional to do their job, he certainly knew he could get away with everything. If not, than there was probably a plan b in his head waiting to get executed the minute the first plan went awry. If it had been any normal person with a bleeding chest and arm, they would've probably focused more on breathing and keeping still to keep the blood from flowing freely. The movement he had continuously done earlier had caused him enough blood loss as it is. He was lucky he was still conscious and very aware of what was happening around him, even finding it in his head to think of snarky answers against his nurse. Those were the very reasons that had gotten Sofia jumping to conclusions, patients normally waited patiently, hence the name. They didn't snoop around the medical cabinet to treat their own wound. If it were his own home and own supply, Sofia would have let him be but since this was the clinic were she worked at, course there was a certain level of protectiveness in her blood stream for the dwindling supplies they had. Sure, there really was nothing in the cabinet save some antiseptic and bandages to get someone high but the comment on his earlier actions had been done involuntarilly. In a hospital lies the many drugs that could either treat a wound or make you feel happy for a certain amount of time. Anyone looking to get high would snoop around in any room they were in for any hidden or stocked up tablets or pills. Too bad that the desperate ones usually looked for it wherever and did not really come to the assumption that most pills that could cause major brain damage on overdosage where placed in a safe spot; usually, regularly checked upon by the older medical staff. The insulting comment done earlier had been nothing but a defensive mechanism with an underlying tone of 'whatever it is you're planning to do by yourself, stop right now.' Well at least for Sofia, it had been one. The nurses and doctors were there for a reason and people came there to be cared for, not the other way around. Maybe others could've done a better job of not upsetting the patient. Sofia, on the other hand, had never been to bedside manner 101. You didn't exactly have enough time on the field to talk to someone, calming their nerves while you either snapped a bone back in place or stitched a bullet hole. She had to give it to the new era they were in, where the undead roamed the streets day and night, that people now were quick to agitate and feel impatient. His reply gave her confirmation. "First of all," she said looking him straight in the eye as her hands did their work. There was probably something in the handbook that said nurses should be polite and accepting at all times but the man's attitude was getting on her nerves. "The clinic is where you get yourself cared for," she explained in a very pacifying manner, using all the amount of pacifying blood she had. Who knew work in the patient room was harder? "Not where you go to and care for yourself. It's why people, like me, had been assigned here," her eyes darted from his wounds to his eyes, trying hard to drive a point home. "Besides, who will the people blame if these," she applied a little too much pressure on the cotton freshly dabbed in alcohol. "got infected." Her eyebrows raised at her last sentence as she took a moment to assess what she would be doing after the initial cleaning was done. The bite on his arm looked nasty but it was only a flesh wound and need only a dressing. The scratches on his chest though, needed a few stitches. When he commented on how her smile really looked fake, she just nodded and kept the plain but optimistic expression on her face intact. It wouldn't help if she looked bored and about to strangle his head off. Her query on where the scratched had been gotten was only her brain thinking loudly. It was one of those questions that you didn't really need to answer if the person asking could find out for himself. Of course, the man, having this seemingly loose tongue, answered her in a most 'how stupid are you tone'. She gave him the eye to shut his mouth but he went on ahead and kept on talking animatedly. Exasperated, she rolled her eyes at him and took clean bandages from the cabinet, placing them on her tray. Hearing the real source of where he'd gotten his wounds from earned Sofia a trip to the supply area to get some antibiotics. Luckily, everyone carried the basic necessities needed for a sudden accident around and she had with her a tablet or two. When he finally decided that moving around was not only causing her difficulties, she took a pet bottle from nearby and placed it beside his good arm, taking the palm of his uninjured limb and placing two tablets of antibiotics on it. It was gonna get him drowsy for sure. "Take these, Mr. Hanson," she used his surname for formalities' sake, not really knowing what the other staff would normally use. "And no, I'm not trying to kill you." Not waiting for him to oblige, she proceeded to dabbing another cotton ball in betadine and wiping it over the bite on his arm and then the scratches on his chest. "Sofia," she answered in a hushed tone to his question when he finally found it in him to stop baiting her. She then took the dry dressings from her tray and cut throught it until they matched the affected areas on him. The needle and thread was ready on her tray and only one more thing was needed to be adjusted before she worked on stitching and then finally dressing up. But first, having been too distracted with keeping a guard against his berating and then focused on setting to work on keeping the wounds from getting infected, the clothes had to come off. She'd been working through the holes of his garment all this time. It was torn enough that she hadn't noticed he still had it on. Sofia took a step back and cleared her throat, not really needing to get his attention. "I'm going to cut through your t-shirt and remove it," she said, instead of asking. There was still an ample amount from the outside world to replace the one he was in anyways. Besides, his t-shirt didn't look like it could be fixed back. The scissors were ready in her hand as she waited for a sign of agreement from him. Not like she could ask him to lift his hands and risk the wounds from reopening. "Then, it's either you lay down as I stitch your wounds or you keep on sitting up and keeping still," the latter option would probably prove a tough feat for him, with the blood loss and drugs in his system. No need to be all 'I man, I tough', she thought absentmindedly. tagged ;; charlie ! words ;; 1252 ! notes ;; gah. that is long. sorry. D: !

[CHARLIE DEREK HANSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) Charlie’s parents raised him like the prince of his own world, he took advantage of it. However he knew in the outside world it was so much harder. It was so much worse than the tabloids. It was fighting for your life and fighting for a job. For Charlie it came so naturally and he would never have to worry. When he stopped with his modeling in the end he finally decided that he was going to go check out that not-so-nice world. He wanted to taste it on his own lips, he wanted to taste danger he wasn’t accustomed to. He went out there and fought with some people in the local bars and he drank jack; playing strip poker with the ladies. Charlie was used to having it his way, he was used to brawls, and he was used to broads. He was used to cleaning himself up after a scuff only because of the lack of concern on his friends’ parts when he would fight and the lesson his parents wanted to teach him by not being there for him to take care of him. When it came to the ladies though he was more than willing to share his bed and his sheets, and he was more than willing to share some skin. He was a warm fellow and the women always insisted that it be him to take him home. They never denied him and he got used to it. You couldn’t blame his cockiness all of him but he knew he was to blame for a lot of it. When getting into trouble though he was always the first to come up with another plan to get his ass out of trouble, he never let anything hold him back. Girls or children were usually setbacks and that was perfectly fine because it was better to pay for his sins but letting another saint live. He wasn’t a hero just a bad boy with another way of paying himself forward. He stole sometimes, but he was very self-sufficient and therefore even in a place of hospitality and help he wasn’t going to let anyone slave over him and his problems. Looking at this nurse that was supposed to be cleaning him up he could tell she had a story. This one was fiery and hardheaded. There was so many ways that he could set her off like a time bomb but she definitely had bubble gum lips that he wouldn’t have minded to taste. One problem though, he could tell she didn’t like people that much and maybe it was for the simple fact there was no guarantee that any one of them would live. If she got close to one, who was to say that one wasn’t the next dinner and dessert for a walker? It wasn’t set in stone and he knew that. Charlie could tell by her lack vivacious spirit that she had gone through something that had torn her heart up to pieces and it had made her something harsh and coarse. Last time he was looking at someone so coarse was when he was looking at his favorite uncle. Problem with her exterior was it was so easy to read and the easiest thing was assuming that she had a problem on her interior. She wasn’t as strong as she was making herself out to be. If he had caught her a long time ago before the apocalypse who was to bet that she would have gawked at him with those pretty lips? He would have bet a lot, he was a good charmer and an even better actor. However he didn’t know if he wanted to get into this with her, he didn’t really know how stable she was. She could snap at any moment and make rash decisions and before he knew it she could be lighting herself on fire. He didn’t really believe in salvation at this point but she would never stop anyone from believing in what they wanted. He just knew one thing she didn’t have a nice welcome to this new world. He liked a challenge anyways, she was out of the ordinary, and he liked that. She said no quick movement’s right? She said to be still so the blood would stop flowing to the wounds. He knew that he liked to be a rebel and he should probably be a little different in this situation but he couldn’t. He was a natural bad boy. She got defensive and she got her attitude going, from behind that calm façade on her face he could see a red-faced girl with steam from her ears. He smirked and his hands popped up in surrender. He listened to her with a proud smirk on his face; he was easily amused by her aggravation. He had an energy ball, if someone reacts to something he does or says he receives that energy ball and it can go either way; it can grow or it can diminish. Right now she was just forcing all sorts of energy onto him, he enjoyed it. He could feel the adrenaline in his blood, pounding, giving him a new level to his senses. Charlie held her gaze with that amusement flickering in his eyes like flames dancing their way across wooden floorboards. Her voice was sharp and incisive as she spoke to him, but he could see this angel behind the demon. She was just doing the best she could to hold back the demon from unleashing all hell on him. He was still mortal and he didn’t like girls when they were going bat shit crazy. She was good at controlling her temper, he was just itching to dig deeper. He was already crawling on her skin, how much longer until he could be underneath it? He smirked and watched her eyes glance to him and his wounds as she tried to get that all prepared to heal. He waited for her to be done with her spiel and he chuckled,” Well darling, I think we’re in the works for some counseling. Don’t worry I’ll let you take care of me. Anyways, I like the physicality. If they had to blame anyone they should blame me.” She was being polite, she was being passive, and she was doing her job. Had she been in the military? He wouldn’t have minded that, a good lady. He spoke in his natural charming tone,” Since I’ve made you angry and tense, it’s only fair that I loosen you up.” He smiled at her and her annoyed expressions. He was going to get it by the end of the day, but he liked to talk and it seemed like she didn’t. He really didn’t think this was the place to be flirting. In actuality he pegged it as the perfect place to film a nice little role play if you got his drift. Charlie’s mind was just wandering to those immature places. He was a lustful guy, what could he say? He didn’t have a front; he just knew he was a man with sexual needs and desires. He was more than willing to fulfill other girls’ sexual desires, but he had to have compensation. Her warning glances weren’t intimidating, but that was probably because he was never intimidated. He was almost looking forward to his death. There was nothing left of this world that could be saved. In reality they were all just waiting in this small town for their doom to finally decide to breach the system and take them. The doom was already closing in; he didn’t know how much longer they’d be able to last in this place. Most boys with a reputation would lie about the wound, like Charlie’s favorite sarcastic answer for wounds was “ I wrestled a bear.” Charlie was happy to admit what wounds he had and from where. He happened to wrestle a wolverine with a bad attitude. Before he knew it though her hand grabbed his to put some tablets on his palm, Charlie stared at them. He wasn’t fond of medicine. He looked at her funny when she used his formal name,” No one ever calls me Mr. Hanson, that’s my father’s name. Anyways, what use are formalities when I’m a blank face in today’s society?” He swallowed reluctantly and wrinkled his nose a bit. ” If you were trying to kill me, I would suspect you’d have already done it. I’ve been on your shit list since you’ve walked in, doll.” He winked. One thing he didn’t like backgrounds but he liked to be up front about names. He was usually pretty good with matching a name to a face. He caught her hushed name and he smiled,” Sofia’s a pretty name. Why so hush hush about it?” He asked a little curious, but he could already guess the answer. He didn’t mind the stinging of the antibacterial this time. He was used to it now. His wounds weren’t going to kill him and that’s all that mattered. He was almost certain that he would die of boredom if these wounds were enough to keep him from raids. He could see some hesitation besides the stitches being ready. He wondered if she had a weak constitution. He wasn’t going to freak out about it though, if she was a first time stitcher he was perfectly fine being her ragdoll. He looked at her and then around the room once more. The silence sort of crushed him in a way, he didn’t like it. It left his mind to wonder to certain memories and scenarios. He was pretty sure he could have saved his cousin; he could have saved his third girlfriend too. He would have saved her, but he knew that their love was long gone. He left for her own good; if he would have stayed he would have staked her heart. He had a heart, even if it was black and small. The clearing of her throat caught his attention once more and he heard her statement, but being cocky he translated it wrong. He sort of chuckled lowly before nodding,” Alright dominatrix.” He turned his gaze towards the door where a figure passed and he knew that he shouldn’t be in any mood to get her in trouble. She knew that she could cut the rest of his shirt, it was already done for. He would have done it in sometime soon anyways. He wasn’t allowed to keep old close. He was a former model; they never went out of style. She gave him some options and he maneuvered his body so he was lying on the table and his eyes went to her so she was finally taller than him. He smirked and said,” Go at it pretty lady, I trust you.” He gave a twinkling smile and sort of rested. He didn’t need to prove anything to her. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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