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Tweak says, "marked as done"

Henry McCoy (i_thebeast) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-09-28 01:44:00

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baba yaga, henry mccoy

Coffee Recovery (Open)
Hank sat heavily at a small table in the coffee shop that was currently nearest the hospital, putting down his book and papers and carefully spreading them out. He had deep bags under his eyes and his clothes were a bit wrinkled, his hair sticking out at odd ends and just passed the need for a new trim.

He hadn't been the most groomed before the storm, but after a couple of days of being outside his lab helping to reinforce the windows and keep the patients in the hospital calm and well looked after, his appearance suffered dramatically. He hadn't noticed, however, as the adrenaline from one of the worst storms he'd ever heard about (let alone lived through) passed his thoughts returned to his experiments. Forty eight hours without sleep more or less demanded he go home and sleep, change his clothes, and eat something, but that could wait just a little bit longer, right? At least until he had a nice, relaxing cup of joe and read the results of the tests he'd missed while helping with damage control.

Now all was settled and the doctors who hadn't been at the hospital during the storm had returned to take over, and the exhausted staff that had been forced to remain on duty were allowed to leave. Hank had gathered the reports on the serums he'd left testing while he was upstairs and gone out for the coffee, too excited about the progress his work had recently made to not read up before hitting his apartment.

The biggest cup of steaming hot coffee he could buy sat on the table with all of his papers, and the eighteen year old did his best seventy-something impression as he battled sleep while reading through the pages of material quicker than most people could read their favorite blog post.

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i_blankityblank
2011-10-06 12:30 am UTC (link)

"No, it doesn't follow any regular laws at all, not even the more mundane legal ones." Jack shrugged before looking away. Something about those patterns in Henry's readouts were interesting, as if there was a message there, just waiting to be deciphered. It would have to wait for now.

"Practical cannot exist without first the theoretical." This was true for anything. Yes, some might say the practical had to come first, but if one didn't dream it, they certainly couldn't make it, could they? Imagination was always a must. Finally Jack sighed.

"Well, my darling boy, I should go." The hand pat was turned into a hand hold. Fingers softly squeezing fingers. "You should get some rest; you're looking a little tired." He released the captured fingers and gave the doctor's hair another run through. It was cruel, but oh so fun.

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i_thebeast
2011-10-06 07:34 am UTC (link)

"Well, it can't be understood. Personally, I'm thankful the existence of the mysteries of the universe doesn't depend on those of use who are less able to comprehend it," Hank chuckled.

The hand hold made him pause, and he went stiff at the hand in his hair, but he forced himself to overcome his own insecurity and remain still.

At least till he glanced up an saw a young girl sitting in the corner, giggling at them. Hank went ferociously red and hid his face in his hands. "Stars and Garters, Miss Red," he sighed. Then he stood politely. "Yes, of course. I'm sure you have many important things, and sleep has been beyond my grasp for too long."

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