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"Uh-huh. See you then." she was smiling that kind of way that told she wasn't holding him to it. Not that he wasn't trustworthy.

He was just a very busy guy, wasn't he. And so was she. It was fine. They could see each other the next time there was an emergency.

"Good night." she said before walking out of the apartment. Once she was further away, she took a look back, a little worried, a little sad. But, maybe she'd she him tomorrow.

Damien swayed a little bit at the clap of his shoulder, a little grimace that turned into a sheepish smile, showing how tired this day had left him.

“One pm. I’ll bring my own tools.” He walked her toward the door, so gentlemanly. “Uh..

Get, home. Safe.” God just shut up already.

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“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

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With a roll of her eyes, Claire brushed past him and gave him a hearty pat on the shoulder as she went to get her bag.

"Tomorrow? Don't you have that... thing? Or, that other thing?" she teased, zipping her bag up and pulling the strap over her shoulder.

"But yeah, I mean, if you're not too busy. I could do tomorrow. Let's... put a pin on it and, say... one pm?"

“…Or, you could,” He shrugged his shoulders, rubbed the back of his neck. “Stay?”

But he says it sheepishly, like he knows full well enough that it’s a long shot, unfair and unrealistic to keep her longer when he’d just pulled her from work for this. “No, I know.

Thanks for your help. I got this.” Damien looked over at his sleeping godson, taking note of the clock and that he’d wake him up in a bit to check on him.

“Uh, lemme know. About the clogged toilet.

I can be over tomorrow.” Probably

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Her brow arched, a look of amusement now.

"I'm good." she nodded, the sense of urgency seemingly having calmed. For now. But she wasn't there for a catch-up. "If you want to know how I'm doing, next time just text me." she smiled.

But with the calm, she could see just how much this had affected him. He looked so tired.

"I'm gonna go. Think you can handle it from here?"

Damien's head lowered slightly at the squeeze of his arm. It was so right, Claire being a nurse. It was the perfect place for someone so caring, understanding of everyone.

He did have to remind himself of that, now and again.

"Yeah.."

Then she was instructing him, and Damien focused to commit it all to memory. And that instruction for if things got worse, he nodded seriously. "I'm taking chances with his life. Something gets worse, we'll go."

He let out a breath, turning to see the kid on the couch who.. looked like he'd drifted off. Then back to Claire.

"...How are you?"

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Claire looked over at the kid in the couch who seemed to have started humming to himself under that pillow.

The nurse sighed, understanding why Damien seemed so adamant to fight for that boy. He was always ready to help anyone, and maybe that wasn't always safe, but..

"Okay." the worry on her face faded slightly, looking at Damien with sympathy. She reached out a hand to give his arm a squeeze.

"Just make sure you're not the one taking the hit." she didn't know the nephew, but she knew Damien. And if that kid came into Damien's life again just to set him back..

"You'll have to check on him through the night. If he sleeps, wake him up after a few hours and ask him his name, where he lives, where he is right now. Check if anything in his behaviour changes.

Give him plenty of fluids, something light to eat. Give him Tylenol only, if he needs it.

If he gets worse.." she paused, giving him another one of her no-bullshit looks. Damien had knowledge , she knew this, but this situation was clearly clouding his judgement. "You get him to a hospital."

Damien was about to continue but he felt a wall coming up, could see the kid's discomfort, rejection(?) of what he was trying to tell him, trying to get up now and leave-

He was about to keep going, but instead he scrubbed his hand over his mouth, the other lifting in a sign to stop, stop this.

The hurt look about the boy.

"Sorry-- I'm sorry."

Too harsh. Theo was not one of his sponsees, he was just a kid. "Please- just sit. Nurse, she's gonna be here soon and uh.." He went to go and retrieve the boy's phone.

Not the cash, though.

"Let her know you're gonna be late."

He held it out, waited, awkwardly, a damaged brain just trying to think of what to say to this kid, to make him know--

"I know this... this stuff.

yeah? This life.

I know it." Please understand him. "It's starts like this it's- always, it's fine, feels smart, and then it eats you.

it got me, and I see it get people, all the time." He shook his head. "Not you. Theo.

you're too important for that.

i can help you figure out the money, if that's what this is about."

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"Well, you're harboring a fugitive, by the sounds of it. You've got blood on your sweater..

An APB?" she asked worriedly. "Look, I know you care. And, I know you want to help this kid, but.. If he's got law enforcement after him, what makes you think they won't come here?"

She took a step towards him, concern in her brown eyes as she spoke gently. "Remember, that thing about not putting yourself in danger?"

Damien was about to continue but he felt a wall coming up, could see the kid's discomfort, rejection(?) of what he was trying to tell him, trying to get up now and leave-

He was about to keep going, but instead he scrubbed his hand over his mouth, the other lifting in a sign to stop, stop this.

The hurt look about the boy.

"Sorry-- I'm sorry."

Too harsh. Theo was not one of his sponsees, he was just a kid. "Please- just sit. Nurse, she's gonna be here soon and uh.." He went to go and retrieve the boy's phone.

Not the cash, though.

"Let her know you're gonna be late."

He held it out, waited, awkwardly, a damaged brain just trying to think of what to say to this kid, to make him know--

"I know this... this stuff.

yeah? This life.

I know it." Please understand him. "It's starts like this it's- always, it's fine, feels smart, and then it eats you.

it got me, and I see it get people, all the time." He shook his head. "Not you. Theo.

you're too important for that.

i can help you figure out the money, if that's what this is about."

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Claire patiently waited for Damien to finish his train of thought, hearing the kid under the pillow mumble in protest.

She raised her gloved hands in surrender, that usual look about her that indicated everyone was a dumbass.

"Damien, could I talk to you for a sec? In private." not really a request. Rising from her seat, Claire removed her gloves while she headed into the hallway.

"Okay, what's up?" she gave him a long stare, worry etched on her brow.

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Damien was about to continue but he felt a wall coming up, could see the kid's discomfort, rejection(?) of what he was trying to tell him, trying to get up now and leave-

He was about to keep going, but instead he scrubbed his hand over his mouth, the other lifting in a sign to stop, stop this.

The hurt look about the boy.

"Sorry-- I'm sorry."

Too harsh. Theo was not one of his sponsees, he was just a kid. "Please- just sit. Nurse, she's gonna be here soon and uh.." He went to go and retrieve the boy's phone.

Not the cash, though.

"Let her know you're gonna be late."

He held it out, waited, awkwardly, a damaged brain just trying to think of what to say to this kid, to make him know--

"I know this... this stuff.

yeah? This life.

I know it." Please understand him. "It's starts like this it's- always, it's fine, feels smart, and then it eats you.

it got me, and I see it get people, all the time." He shook his head. "Not you. Theo.

you're too important for that.

i can help you figure out the money, if that's what this is about."

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"I see it." she agreed with Damien's assessment, giving Them another sympathetic look.

"Seems like you have a concussion. You feeling nauseous? Got pains in your muscles? Getting tased is very rough on your body. You're brave for even taking the electrodes out.

You probably hit your head on the way down too. I'd feel a lot better if we can get you to the ER and get you a CT scan."

She waited for the response with baited breath, looking between Damien and Theo.

Damien was about to continue but he felt a wall coming up, could see the kid's discomfort, rejection(?) of what he was trying to tell him, trying to get up now and leave-

He was about to keep going, but instead he scrubbed his hand over his mouth, the other lifting in a sign to stop, stop this.

The hurt look about the boy.

"Sorry-- I'm sorry."

Too harsh. Theo was not one of his sponsees, he was just a kid. "Please- just sit. Nurse, she's gonna be here soon and uh.." He went to go and retrieve the boy's phone.

Not the cash, though.

"Let her know you're gonna be late."

He held it out, waited, awkwardly, a damaged brain just trying to think of what to say to this kid, to make him know--

"I know this... this stuff.

yeah? This life.

I know it." Please understand him. "It's starts like this it's- always, it's fine, feels smart, and then it eats you.

it got me, and I see it get people, all the time." He shook his head. "Not you. Theo.

you're too important for that.

i can help you figure out the money, if that's what this is about."

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"Hm." lucky him.

Claire finished cleaning up, discarding the bloody gauze and removing her gloves. Then she picked up her eye light pen.

"You said you thought he had a concussion?" she asked Damien, taking this training into account. "Did he pass out?

--Did you pass out?" she asked Theo, pointing the light in his eyes.

Damien was about to continue but he felt a wall coming up, could see the kid's discomfort, rejection(?) of what he was trying to tell him, trying to get up now and leave-

He was about to keep going, but instead he scrubbed his hand over his mouth, the other lifting in a sign to stop, stop this.

The hurt look about the boy.

"Sorry-- I'm sorry."

Too harsh. Theo was not one of his sponsees, he was just a kid. "Please- just sit. Nurse, she's gonna be here soon and uh.." He went to go and retrieve the boy's phone.

Not the cash, though.

"Let her know you're gonna be late."

He held it out, waited, awkwardly, a damaged brain just trying to think of what to say to this kid, to make him know--

"I know this... this stuff.

yeah? This life.

I know it." Please understand him. "It's starts like this it's- always, it's fine, feels smart, and then it eats you.

it got me, and I see it get people, all the time." He shook his head. "Not you. Theo.

you're too important for that.

i can help you figure out the money, if that's what this is about."

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The mention of cops made Claire's nose crunch up momentarily, but the smile kept in place. She took a seat on the chair left unoccupied by Damien, listened carefully, no judgement.

"Cops giving you a hard time, huh?" she wondered what they found to go after the kid. Probably nothing.

"Alright. Let's have a look." she could immediately tell where the electrodes had pierced the skin on the boy's leg, and hopefully she wouldn't need to cut the pant leg to get there.

Carefully she peeled it back, her brow creasing in concentration. "I'm going to clean this up, get you patched up. Then I'll check out your head, make sure good, yeah?"

Grabbing the gauze and saline, she set to work.

"Were you there? Did you see what happened?"

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Damien was about to continue but he felt a wall coming up, could see the kid's discomfort, rejection(?) of what he was trying to tell him, trying to get up now and leave-

He was about to keep going, but instead he scrubbed his hand over his mouth, the other lifting in a sign to stop, stop this.

The hurt look about the boy.

"Sorry-- I'm sorry."

Too harsh. Theo was not one of his sponsees, he was just a kid. "Please- just sit. Nurse, she's gonna be here soon and uh.." He went to go and retrieve the boy's phone.

Not the cash, though.

"Let her know you're gonna be late."

He held it out, waited, awkwardly, a damaged brain just trying to think of what to say to this kid, to make him know--

"I know this... this stuff.

yeah? This life.

I know it." Please understand him. "It's starts like this it's- always, it's fine, feels smart, and then it eats you.

it got me, and I see it get people, all the time." He shook his head. "Not you. Theo.

you're too important for that.

i can help you figure out the money, if that's what this is about."

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Finally getting off my feet at the end of a super long shift

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Once the door opened she stepped inside the darkened room, giving Damien a nod and taking a cautious look around.

"You okay?" she asked him first, making sure they didn't need any attention too. He looked pretty worn out, more than usual. But what she loved about the guy, he was always giving his all to everyone who would accept help.

Then she cast a look the kid on the couch.

They weren't doing so good either.

"Hey.. I'm Claire." she gave the kid a small smile, sensing his stress. "I'm a nurse. I'm just here to check how you're doing, alright?

What's your name?" she set the bag down next to the couch, taking out her gloves and putting them on.

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Damien was about to continue but he felt a wall coming up, could see the kid's discomfort, rejection(?) of what he was trying to tell him, trying to get up now and leave-

He was about to keep going, but instead he scrubbed his hand over his mouth, the other lifting in a sign to stop, stop this.

The hurt look about the boy.

"Sorry-- I'm sorry."

Too harsh. Theo was not one of his sponsees, he was just a kid. "Please- just sit. Nurse, she's gonna be here soon and uh.." He went to go and retrieve the boy's phone.

Not the cash, though.

"Let her know you're gonna be late."

He held it out, waited, awkwardly, a damaged brain just trying to think of what to say to this kid, to make him know--

"I know this... this stuff.

yeah? This life.

I know it." Please understand him. "It's starts like this it's- always, it's fine, feels smart, and then it eats you.

it got me, and I see it get people, all the time." He shook his head. "Not you. Theo.

you're too important for that.

i can help you figure out the money, if that's what this is about."

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"Yeah, let me in."

The kit bag hanging from her shoulder was heavy after a shift in the ER. But, she was here, worried about what could be greeting her inside.

Damien was about to continue but he felt a wall coming up, could see the kid's discomfort, rejection(?) of what he was trying to tell him, trying to get up now and leave-

He was about to keep going, but instead he scrubbed his hand over his mouth, the other lifting in a sign to stop, stop this.

The hurt look about the boy.

"Sorry-- I'm sorry."

Too harsh. Theo was not one of his sponsees, he was just a kid. "Please- just sit. Nurse, she's gonna be here soon and uh.." He went to go and retrieve the boy's phone.

Not the cash, though.

"Let her know you're gonna be late."

He held it out, waited, awkwardly, a damaged brain just trying to think of what to say to this kid, to make him know--

"I know this... this stuff.

yeah? This life.

I know it." Please understand him. "It's starts like this it's- always, it's fine, feels smart, and then it eats you.

it got me, and I see it get people, all the time." He shook his head. "Not you. Theo.

you're too important for that.

i can help you figure out the money, if that's what this is about."