Not Again (Open)

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

"Come on man," Morrison growled, "support yourself."

Iivan stumbled and grabbed a hold of his friend's jacket sleeve, yanking the garment down on one side and causing the collar to dig into its owner's neck. "Fuck you," the man grumbled before coughing harshly. Morrison bit his tongue, kind enough to not insult the injured man, but he didn't have enough patience to drag him all the way to the doors. He took a tight hold underneath of the man's arms then hoisted him fully onto his feet, eliciting a yelped curse from him. "Sorry," Morrison sighed, though he wasn't going to be carrying the other man anytime soon, "but you brought this on yourself, I'm not-"

"Shut up," Iivan spat, "I don't need to be lectured." One of his hands moved to hover over the bullet wound in his chest, feeling the need to press his t-shirt against the raw flesh even though he was afraid to aggravate anything. This was not the first time he had ever been dragged to the ER in critical condition, and nor would it be the last. He was really very good at getting himself into fights and despite having decades to hone his skills, he was terrible at defending himself. His thinking was that if he knew how to handle a gun, then he didn't need to know how to fight hand to hand… or how to evade an attack. It always left Morrison to pick up the pieces, to make sure his friend recovered and that his responsibilities wouldn't be abandoned while he was indisposed.

"Just so you know," Morrison said, hefting Iivan up as they moved through the automatic double doors, "you're paying the bill." Just then, a nurse noticed the two men that had entered and rushed over to help support the crippled were. "Will do," Iivan mumbled to his friend with a slight smile. Another nurse and an EMT were suddenly at their side, a gurney in tow. "Take me away boys," he choked to the two men who were now helping him clamber onto the bed with wheels.

"I'll be waiting out here," he called after the man, watching him be rushed away. Well, this could be a long, long night. Lifting a hand to his forehead, Morrison walked over to an isolated corner of the waiting room, not in the mood to speak to anyone, even though there were very few people here at this time of night. He sat in silence for a while, staring down at the floor and tapping his feet softly before leaning back in his chair.

His eyes trailed down his chest and he casually brushed at the bloodstains all over his shirt. If he didn't earn as much money as he did, he'd be walking around naked most of the time. He had to replace outfits weekly these days, since his work, especially when he was working with Iivan, was messy and he always had problems with that wolf in his head. He could always go home to get something new on, but what if Iivan needed him? He may think that the man was a bastard and an idiot, yet he still loved him and he was a decent enough friend. Even so, he still hated having to wait for him to be patched up again.

[GEORGIA MICHELLE ROTH]

Most of the cases she saw in that waiting room seemed to be either one of four reasons. Stupidity, Fights, Accidents, and Vampires. The forth one being the one in which Georgia cared about the most. It was her goal to make sure that humans didn't become another meal to the bloodsucking monsters. She couldn't do much though sitting behind the reception desk and making sure all the paper work was currently filled out by those that were coming in. On this particular night the hospital wasn't that busy...well for a hospital. Normally all the freaks came out during full moons and the staff often complained about what kinds of chaos those nights would bring. Georgia of course wouldn't know what that was like. She made sure she never worked on a full moon mainly because she was howling at it and running around Jamerson Falls killing any vampire she came in contact with. She was sure that many thought her strange or superstitious but hailing from Scotland Georgia thought it passed with most Americans.

Georgia gave a slight yawn as she lifted her head and glazed around the room. She wondered why most of them were there, and who they happened to be waiting for. The scent caught her nose that minute and her eyes glanced over to see two new arrives. One of them was a were. She smiled. Normally it was the humans that came in to the ER. "Georgia I'll take it from here." she heard one of her co workers mutter before she rose from her seat. She had almost forgotten that her shift was up. It was prefect timing too she wanted to investigate the situation a little further. "Thank you..." she said not taking her eyes off of Morrison as she gathered her things. Slowly Georgia made her way towards Morrison wondering if it was even a good idea to strike up a random conversation. The ER currently wasn't the best of places but it was going to have to do. "Hello? My name is Georgia. I couldn't happen but notice you..." she smiled not really knowing what else to say as she found herself gazing into his eyes for a little too long. He wasn't bad looking...it was even better he was a were like her.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

That was a familiar smell. Morrison lifted his head the slightest bit, taking a quick glance around the room to see if he could pinpoint its source. His eyes drifted across the few other people who were in the room then moved back onto his lap. He had no idea which one of these people was a wolf, all he knew was that they were the only other were in the room and they were female, which didn’t help much since a majority of the people there were women. Not that it mattered much to him, since he would rather sit here with himself than carrying on conversation that was both pointless and awkward. At the moment, he had no desire to explain why he was at the ER this late at night and why his white t-shirt was spotted red.

Apparently, the other wolf had very different ideas. When he heard, and smelt, her start to approach him, he continued to stare down at his hands, picking at his rough cuticles and ignoring her completely.

"Hello?

Morrison lifted a questioning eyebrow to the ground, slightly surprised by her accent, then turned his head to look up at her, though his expression was now one of polite disinterest.

My name is Georgia. I couldn't happen but notice you..."

The man merely blinked at her, staring back into her eyes that held his own gaze longer than he would have expected from most people. And the way she had come up to him was as if they were both sitting in a bar. She couldn’t have helped but notice him? Well, of course not, he was wondering just what the hell he was doing here too. Though he was going to refrain from saying that, since she was trying her best to be polite and he was interested in her at least a small bit because of her accent and the color of her hair. If only she had been older.

“Hey,” Morrison said after a moment, sitting back to look at her better since she was standing over him. He lifted a hand, brushing at his shirt again, wishing that he hadn’t taken off his jacket earlier so that he could cover up the stains, not that his jacket hadn’t gotten any blood on it, because it had, it was just less noticeable. “You can sit down,” he told her, lazily gesturing at the empty seat beside him, “I’m not going anywhere soon.” He shrugged, turning toward her slightly as she took his invitation to sit next to him. It wasn’t really like him to have a conversation with anyone, especially another were, when he was in such a stressful situation, but her accent was enough like home that he’d be glad to keep her around for a little while. Okay, maybe Scotland wasn’t that close to his Ireland, but with him having been in the States for more than a century, it was close enough.

“I’m Morrison,” he said. He glanced down at his hand then left it in his lap, not wanting to shake her hand when the palm of his own was tinted pink with Iivan’s blood. Ugh, he should have just dropped his friend off then gone home to wash himself up. Oh well, at least now he had something to do while he was waiting. Which could turn out to be hours if he had to go into surgery. “It’s been a while since I’ve met another were from the UK,” he smiled to her, speaking in a bit of a low voice. There wasn’t anyone even near close enough to eavesdrop on them and even if someone did hear them, they’d think the two were speaking complete nonsense, so he felt it was safe to bring up the topic.

[GEORGIA MICHELLE ROTH]

“I’m Morrison, It’s been a while since I’ve met another were from the UK,” Georgia gave a smile. "You don't see many of us around these parts." She couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he felt a little uncomfortable talking to her in the current situation. She didn't blame him. The waiting room of the ER wasn't exactly the place to strike up a carefree conversation. She had wished she had kept her mouth shut and not walked over there in the first place. There was no turning back now. She didn't want to be rude and abruptly leave. Maybe in a small way she was about to help him pass the time. She only wished she didn't feel like so much of a bother to him.

"It's nice to meet you Morrison. Even in the current situation. You don't have to go into details if you don't want. It's just rare for me to meet one of us here in the ER. I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable....I didn't mean for it. I guess if you work around people that are sick and hurt you become desensitized it .....and well...I'm rambling aren't I?" Georgia just figured now was the best time to shut her mouth. "I'm sorry. I should be a little concentrate of things." She felt like an idiot as she stumbled over her word. It wasn't hard for her to realize that nerves were hitting her now that she was talking to him. That's how things normally went, she wouldn't have a worry in the world till she had actually started a conversation with a total stranger.

"So what brings you here to Jamerson falls exactly? It's been a while since I have seen a few weres. Seems like quiet a few are showing up into town. I suppose that good. We have to keep the vampires in check you know." Georgia looked down at her hands as she tried to smoothly change the subject. Maybe there was time to save this conversation and not come off as a total lunatic.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

"You don't see many of us around these parts."

Morrison smirked softly, shifting his eyes to focus on her. “No you don’t,” he sighed, shrugging softly. He did wish there were more weres in the city, so that it would balance out the insane amount of blood-sucking bastards running around the place. Though it would mean quite a bit more conflict with their kind being so much more territorial and confrontational than humans. Well, that was usually the case, so he was glad that at the moment he and this woman were getting along well. He was too worried to care what she thought of him and she was probably exhausted, working this late. Either this conversation was going to turn out to be very interesting or incredibly annoying.

It started to turn toward the irritating side as Georgia began to talk, and talk... and talk. The smile on the wolf’s face faded slightly and he just stared over at her, wondering how many more words would fly out of her mouth. Even so, when she stopped, a quiet chuckle left him when she asked if she had been rambling. Yes, yes she had been, but he really didn’t mind, since he was a good listener and it was something to that didn’t require his active involvement.

"So what brings you here to Jamerson falls exactly?”

The smile was back on the man’s face. This was a better topic for him, at least it would have been, if she’d stopped at that.

”We have to keep the vampires in check you know."

Morrison bit the inside of his lip and let out a sigh. “Fucking leeches,” he muttered, lifting a hand to run it through his hair, “they’re probably why I’m here.” He shook his head. Iivan hadn’t told him exactly what had happened to him, just that he’d gotten into a fight because of a bad deal and that he’d gotten shot, but that had been obvious enough, so it really didn’t help. “Anyway,” he said, forcing himself to be less cynical for now, “Jamerson Falls... I suppose I’m here because I needed a change of scenery; can’t stay on an island forever.” That was mostly true, and it was also because he hadn’t had anything left in Ireland, his entire family being dead and the only friend there hating him. “What about you? It doesn’t seem like you’ve been here that long.”

[GEORGIA MICHELLE ROTH]

It was good to know that Morrison shared the same feeling towards vampires. Although the hatred towards the undead was an uncommon things among were. It was almost expected that the two species butted heads with one another. The subject suddenly shifted towards her and she gave a slight sigh trying to let go of the anger she was starting to feel toward her undead neighbors. Georgia really could get worked about about vampires if given the chance. She had spent a good majority of her time in Scotland hunting them down and but she knew that one wolf could only do so much. “What about you? It doesn’t seem like you’ve been here that long.” She looked at him with a slight smile.

"Well your right about that, I moved here a month ago. I have to say this has been the first time I have met a were that lived so close to my stomping grounds...well its not all that close but you know what i mean. Orginally from Edinburgh, made my way to the states not too long ago. I'm moved here from Boston, that's where I was last.Her move to the states had been quite enjoyable, but there were days she missed her home. She had been planning on visiting at some point, she just didn't know when. "I saw that there was a vampire problem here and decided to check it out for myself. I have been fortunate enough to not run into too many yet. I actually haven't been in the mood to look to be honest. Still settling into my apartment. She hated unpacking. She supposed that was why it was taking her a while to do so. "You haven't had in encounters with our fanged friends have you? The town reeks of them so it's not hard to believe that this place is so highly populated.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

Georgia was speaking, but Morrison wasn’t quite listening. He would have been fine with having a slow, light conversation, yet that was not the way this woman talked. She just went on and on and on… He tried his best not to let it show on his face that this was wearing on his nerves, but he was just tired and angry. Maybe if he asked her nicely to talk a little less, she would, and he wouldn’t have to ask her to leave him alone, which he would if she kept talking so much. Though perhaps he was being hard on her, if she was nervous or stressed like him then rambling might be her way to relax herself, but he still wished she’d ramble to someone else.

And yet, for the most part, he kept his expression level enough, nodding to her at the right time, to let her know that he was still listening (if only barely). But then she changed the subject and brought up vampires again, asking if he’d ever had to deal with them. His face turned stony and he glanced down at the floor between his feet, biting the inside of his lip. Oh yes, he’d encounter plenty of leeches and they’d completely ruined his life, having taken the life of one of his oldest friends only last month. He wasn’t going to talk about that though, not here, and not with this woman.

“A few,” he said a bit roughly, making light of her question, “I’ve been here almost a century, so it was bound to happen.” He shrugged slightly and looked back at his feet, thinking of another topic that they could talk about. However, he was soon saved the effort when he heard his name being called, and looking up, saw a doctor searching the room for him. With a quick, confused glance over at Georgia, he got to his feet and approached the ER doctor, hoping he had good news.

“Is Iivan alright?” the were asked before the other man could get a word out. The human stared at him for a moment before sighing and letting his shoulders slump. Morrison knew what that meant.

“Not entirely,” the doctor said, “the bullet skimmed one of his lungs and he has some internal bleeding.”

Morrison shut his eyes for a second and lifted a hand to run through his hair. Iivan was a were, he was supposed to heal fast, but it didn’t sound like that was happening. “Can you do anything for him?” he asked, keeping his eyes shut and his face turned toward the floor.

“We’re going to operate,” the human said, a slightly anxious tone in his voice, “and I think he’ll recover, but it’s not going to be easy.”

Of course not, Morrison thought, Iivan never made things easy. Opening his eyes again, he looked back up to the doctor. “So he won’t be awake to talk tonight?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“No,” said the doctor, “depending on how the surgery goes, he might be awake tomorrow, but we can’t be sure yet.”

Running a hand through his hair again, Morrison nodded to say that he understood. “Thanks for telling me,” he sighed, “have someone call me when he wakes up.” He then asked for a pen and left his cell phone number on the clipboard that the doctor was holding before turning away and heading back to where he’d been sitting talking with Georgia. Keeping his eyes away from the woman’s, he grabbed his jacket off of the seat and threw it on. “Do you wanna get out of here?” he asked her, finally meeting her eyes, “it’s late, but I need something to do.”

[GEORGIA MICHELLE ROTH]

After he had been called to the front desk Georgia got a bit silent. She wasn't sure why she insisted on talking this poor mans ear off but her keen senses were picking up on his slight annoyance to the whole matter. Her father had always been a big talker. He would have his friends on the edges of their seats as he told local legends and stories about his everyday life. Georgia had picked up the ability to talk, only she was a rambler and a more annoying then captivating. She gave a slight sigh as she dug through her purse and pulled out her cell to see if anyone called. Rather then continuing to hammer this guy with more pointless conversation maybe she should just go home and talk with Jenn a bit more on the whole vampire situation.

Georgia looked back up and a frown crossed her face as she witnessed Morrison receiving what looked like very bad news. What as she going to do now? She wasn't going to just leave. That would have been even more reason for him to hate her. She might have been supernatural but Georgia had all the worries and fears that every girl seemed to possess. When Morrison returned and asked if she wanted to go somewhere else Georgia's jaw almost dropped. She was sure he was going to come back over and end the conversation instead of inviting her out to do something. "Um, yeah sure." she said softly as she gathered her things and got up from where she was sitting. "Where do you want to go?" she asked as she started to head towards the door. Georgia tried stopped herself from saying anymore afraid she would once again go off on an unrelated tangent.