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| Robin | Jul 24 2007, 09:34 PM Post #18 |
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“Right, because it’s completely normal to talk to yourself.” The comment was accompanied by a slight roll of the eyes, as well as the obvious sarcastic tone. It wasn’t very wise of the boy to be commenting on the sanity of others when he himself was among people of potential danger, though since when had he ever done anything remotely wise? Even now, common sense eluded him, never once gracing his mind for more than a moment’s time. With the fear of whatever had been on the other side of the door now dissolved into nothingness, it was beyond easy for the usual attitude of the teen to take its place. Not worried about keeping his voice low, nor concerned very much with the fact that two strangers had somehow managed to get into his padded cell, he didn’t bother holding his tongue in the least. “Oh, and great, the demonic-whatever-the-hell-that-was has a first name. Does it has a last too, or are you two not that well acquainted?” *** It was by chance that Siara caught the events as they played out, from the misinterpreted middle finger to the nurse’s outburst. Just a moment before, she was smiling sweetly still, about to comment on the last few words Ciaran had said. It was the crying of her fellow co-worker that stopped her, the woman obliviously needing tending to before conversation could resume. “Oh, sweetie, stop that right now.” She rose from her seat quickly, sitting her coffee upon a nearby table, and fetching several napkins in the process. Carefully, she neared the young nurse, resisting the urge to slap her as she did so. Yes, their work was unimaginably stressful, and of course, their emotions were often on edge. However, that did not supply her the right to burst into tears over an action that was not even direction at her. It was her fault for interrupting it in such a way, not Ciaran’s. Yet, being the mature, acting Head Nurse that she was, Siara did not voice any of these thoughts. Instead, she picked the now empty cup from the woman’s lap, sitting it off to the side. “He didn’t mean it like that, hun. He was just playing around.” She offered a single napkin to the nurse, only while using the others to dab at what coffee had managed to spill upon her clothes. When there was nothing more than a slight stain left, she balled the few napkins up, tossing them off towards the nearest trashcan afterwards. “Right, Ciaran?” She turned her head towards the young patient as she sought confirmation. “You didn’t meant to give her that gesture, did you?” |
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