Castor Stuart (sg_castor) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-02-13 22:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: narrative, -2012: february, character: castor stuart, ~complete |
Who: Castor & Zion [NPC]
When: all day Monday
Where: Cincinnati.
What: Castor talks to a doctor.
OOC: Random log is random and kinda vague but necessary.
The drive to Cincinnati had been miserable - mostly because he'd been in a sweaty dude's truck.. Thankfully the trucker didn't expect anything out of him and Cas disappeared before he could ask anyway. Once in Cincy, he made a few phone calls but hadn't really set anything up. Nine AM on Monday, Castor had purchased a ticket to gain access to the Cincinnati Zoo and Botanical Gardens - actually just for the gardens part. It was almost noon by the time a man with a beard and short cropped hair approached him. He just stood by Castor as the other boy bobbled to his headphones, zoned out.
Then the man tapped him on the shoulder and Cas popped an earbud out... "ZION!" He practically pounced the other man, hugging him tight. Zion laughed and hugged Cas back. For a bit, they walked and talked about nothing until the other man said, "I was sorry to hear about your parents, little star." Cas bit his bottom lip and looked away, "Did you see them? In--" Zion cut him off, "No. I was in a different place. Now, tell me why you're here. I'm sure it's something important if you came all the way to this hellhole."
Cas sighed heavily and took Zion's hand, leading him to a bench. The older man sat but Cas didn't. Instead, he sort of exploded with information ranging from his relationship with Dave to his powers to the incident with Blaine and ending on his theories as to what exactly was wrong with him. At one point Zion stopped him and made Castor sit, "Listen now... You know I used to be a doctor. I am again actually. If you're... telling me the truth about the plants, well there is something I'd like to try if you'll come with me to my office."
The teen thought about that for a long time then sighed and nodded his assent. Zion drove them to a free clinic office - honestly, no hospital was going to take a felon as an employee especially a drug trafficker. However, a free clinic was another matter entirely. Especially this one. There were blood tests and physical exams. Really, Cas did everything but bend over and cough.
Several hours and some continued conversation later (which was done in a mostly therapeutic sense), the results were in. "Jesus, I don't know how you're accomplishing anything other than laying around and sleeping. You've got one of the worst vitamin D levels I've ever seen not to mention really strange blood. You need some vitamins and I'll get you a light therapy lamp, write you out some instructions. Let's talk about the survival of plans..." Some time later, Cas was crashing on Zion's couch with a promise to drive him home in the morning...