06-14-2014, 10:03 PM
( That sucks. That happens to me from time to time, leaving me to post on the phone v.v Even then, I have to manage with the possible chance that it may overload and then close out, prompting me to start anew. How has the summer been so far?.)
Brayden sat down for hours in until the sun began to set. Leaving Leo for a few, he rose from the chair, closing the door behind hin as he scanned the hospital wing. His blue eyes then focused on Trevor's room. With his luck, hopefully the boy was heavily sedated or simply out cold. He did not want to risk spooking the young male, even if Leo passed it off as some dream. He had an investigation he simply could not pass up at the moment. His hand rested on the door's handles before a thought came to mind. He needed to change clothes. With that in mind, he proceeded for the Storage Room full of scrubs instead.
Clad in dark blue colors, complete with the loafers and nametag of someone named Connor Hicks, he opened the patient's door at last. He closed the door behind him, moving closer towards the sleeping male. He flicked the small lights on. With a better glance at his wounds, a long nail traced across some of the wrappings.
"I only need to see a few..." he said to himself silently. Peeling the wrap off slightly, he found himself looking at a few gashes around the chest and neck. "Nothing so far...wait..." he leaned in closer towards Trevor's neck. One of the small cuts there could be easily passed off to normal eyes as.just a wound, but a dark mark near thr edge of it told a different story for this werewolf. "You were imprinted. I can see why they'd go through all the trouble in trying to eliminate you. All that remains is who?"
Trevor's wounds were not enough to kill him, at least not right away. He.could only guess the blow to his head, evidenced by it being wrapped up, was meant to knock him out, giving him no real opportunity to cry for help as he got attacked. Some of the others cuts were from the night before. Feeling his suspicions were satiated, Brayden began to dress the wounds with fresh wraps from the drawer, hefting gloves on in case he was caught in the act. As luck would have it, the door indeed came opening from behind. Turning to see who it was, Brayden was face-to-face-to-face with Leo's parents.
"Oh hi..." he merely whispered as he applied the last patch on, placing the bloody fabrics on a small tray nearby. "I was just redressing everything." Nodding to them for a few, he left out with the tray to discard both somewhere else. With them being back and his disguise as a nurse, he simply would have to wait on the Doctor to return to run them off fully. Until then, he hoped Leo would be alright. With a full moon drawing, things were likely to get bad...soon.
Brayden sat down for hours in until the sun began to set. Leaving Leo for a few, he rose from the chair, closing the door behind hin as he scanned the hospital wing. His blue eyes then focused on Trevor's room. With his luck, hopefully the boy was heavily sedated or simply out cold. He did not want to risk spooking the young male, even if Leo passed it off as some dream. He had an investigation he simply could not pass up at the moment. His hand rested on the door's handles before a thought came to mind. He needed to change clothes. With that in mind, he proceeded for the Storage Room full of scrubs instead.
Clad in dark blue colors, complete with the loafers and nametag of someone named Connor Hicks, he opened the patient's door at last. He closed the door behind him, moving closer towards the sleeping male. He flicked the small lights on. With a better glance at his wounds, a long nail traced across some of the wrappings.
"I only need to see a few..." he said to himself silently. Peeling the wrap off slightly, he found himself looking at a few gashes around the chest and neck. "Nothing so far...wait..." he leaned in closer towards Trevor's neck. One of the small cuts there could be easily passed off to normal eyes as.just a wound, but a dark mark near thr edge of it told a different story for this werewolf. "You were imprinted. I can see why they'd go through all the trouble in trying to eliminate you. All that remains is who?"
Trevor's wounds were not enough to kill him, at least not right away. He.could only guess the blow to his head, evidenced by it being wrapped up, was meant to knock him out, giving him no real opportunity to cry for help as he got attacked. Some of the others cuts were from the night before. Feeling his suspicions were satiated, Brayden began to dress the wounds with fresh wraps from the drawer, hefting gloves on in case he was caught in the act. As luck would have it, the door indeed came opening from behind. Turning to see who it was, Brayden was face-to-face-to-face with Leo's parents.
"Oh hi..." he merely whispered as he applied the last patch on, placing the bloody fabrics on a small tray nearby. "I was just redressing everything." Nodding to them for a few, he left out with the tray to discard both somewhere else. With them being back and his disguise as a nurse, he simply would have to wait on the Doctor to return to run them off fully. Until then, he hoped Leo would be alright. With a full moon drawing, things were likely to get bad...soon.