Oliver. King. (![]() ![]() @ 2010-02-04 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | dorian gray |
Who: Trenton & Emery.
What: Hey, doc, I think I'm a superhero.
Where: Emery's.
When: 4 oclock.
Warnings: Cursing, mention of drugs. Trenton stuff.
Trenton tried to justify his reasons, but kept coming up short. Maybe he shouldn't tell anybody about this. Although he knew he wasn't crazy -- he'd experimented with a lighter and a knife throughout the night -- Trenton well fucking knew this wasn't normal. People didn't.. heal like this. It wasn't possible. And, Trenton was very frank in recognizing the fact that he hadn't always been this way. He'd gotten the shit beaten out of him enough times to be a rejected crash test dummy. Now, he didn't even know if he could bruise.
Maybe it was some kind of rapid clotting disorder. Deformed white blood cells or nuclear waste byproducts from the meth he'd smoked in his life. Trenton tried to do an internet search, but got distracted with porn and quickly became discouraged.
His only option was to a see a doctor, really. They were bound by a confidentiality agreement, weren't they? Fuck, he should have given a fake name. Idiot. Why didn't he think of these things beforehand?
Trenton glanced down at the spread of drugs on his coffee table that had spawned his paranoid contact to the doctor in the first place. Oh, yeah.
"Sonofabitch." Pacing the living room and bouncing around like a boxer getting ready for a prizefight, before Trenton could second guess himself any longer, he hit the hallway. Then the stairwell. A rampaging glimpse of distrust and stark, tailored details taking stairs two at a time. Dark slacks, white button-up Oxford, and a skinny black tie. He looked like he should have been strolling onto a Barney's storefront window set-up with the other mannequins, but instead he was on the 8th floor. Knocking on 807 and chewing a piece of fruit stripe gum like some shady junkie trying to keep his first class teeth from chattering out of his pretty head.
He'd just check the guy out. Maybe poise the topic in one of those traditional and transparent, My friend has this problem, see.. type of things. Yeah.
He knocked again.