25. Nurse in Bridgeport Academy Hospital Wing. Dominant.
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lucastheoclaringtonâ:
Luke was somewhat relieved that it was Marcus there, heâd had more personal talks with Frannie, due to asking about his brotherâs condition, so this was easier. Or he hoped it would be. He grimaced at the first comment, though didnât retort, then rolled his eyes, âIâm fine.â He stated, as he followed him in, dropping his bag on a chair on the way, and asking, âI take it doctor-patient confidentiality applies in the academy?â He didnât plan on telling him every detail, but he would tell everything that matter, and would rather it be kept between them. âYou might want to have a look at my ribs,â he was having a hard time breathing, and he suspected they were at least bruised on his right side, hopefully not broken.
Marcus recognized Lucas Clarington on sight, something he assumed was pretty common for the guy. The grimace and eye-roll werenât unnoticed but it wasnât something he drew attention to, believing Lucas had enough on his plate. At the comment he shook his head, laughing softly. âYour mouth says so, but your face says differently my guy.â He teased, moving into one of the clinical rooms, immediately opening several drawers to gather supplies. âHave a seat when youâre ready.â He instructed, nodding towards the bed. âYeah, it applies.â He said with a nod, also noting the comment about checking Lucas ribs. âTake your shirt off, in that case. Weâll check that first.â Turning, he pulled a stethoscope from a nearby hook before slipping his hands into a pair of gloves. âSo, do you want to share anything with me, or would you rather I shoot in the dark?â
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Bruised And Blue @itsamarcusjones
Luke glanced down at his phone and sighed, trying to see through the swell that was growing in his eyes, and the blood, to reply to Sebastian with his sore fingers. He had felt himself up and had felt a definite cut on his right eyebrow, another on his nose bridge, and one on his lip, there was also a very hot spot, pulsating, around his left eye, which he suspected would be black by tomorrow. Sebastian had at least told him where the hospital wing was, so he could more or less situate himself in the dim lights, until he found the brightly lit section of the Carson Hall, which had to be what he was looking for.
As he approached, he saw the scrawling letters saying Hospital Wing, and took a breath as he went for the door, easily entering as it was open, âhello?â He called, figuring either the doctor or the nurse should be around.
There was no doubt that Marcus loved his job, and had never for a second regretted it. Really he didnât regret taking the position at Bridgeport either. When he graduated he experienced a little confusion about what he wanted to specialize in. General Practice hadnât interested him much, but the ER wasnât somewhere he wanted to be consistently either. Taking the job at the academy had seemed like the perfect fit, a mix of both worlds. Ultimately Marcus loved his job, but for the most part it was a little slow. For that reason, he found himself lounging on one of the empty beds, scrolling through his phone, when he heard a voice calling through the hall, from the front of the wing. Getting up he made his way into sight, his eyebrows raising when he took in the sight before him. âWell thatâs not something you see every day.â Marcus commented, tipping his head back towards the clinic area. âFollow me, big guy. Unless youâd prefer I bring a wheelchair?â
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lucastheoclaringtonâ:
Bruised And Blue @itsamarcusjones
Luke glanced down at his phone and sighed, trying to see through the swell that was growing in his eyes, and the blood, to reply to Sebastian with his sore fingers. He had felt himself up and had felt a definite cut on his right eyebrow, another on his nose bridge, and one on his lip, there was also a very hot spot, pulsating, around his left eye, which he suspected would be black by tomorrow. Sebastian had at least told him where the hospital wing was, so he could more or less situate himself in the dim lights, until he found the brightly lit section of the Carson Hall, which had to be what he was looking for.
As he approached, he saw the scrawling letters saying Hospital Wing, and took a breath as he went for the door, easily entering as it was open, âhello?â He called, figuring either the doctor or the nurse should be around.
There was no doubt that Marcus loved his job, and had never for a second regretted it. Really he didnât regret taking the position at Bridgeport either. When he graduated he experienced a little confusion about what he wanted to specialize in. General Practice hadnât interested him much, but the ER wasnât somewhere he wanted to be consistently either. Taking the job at the academy had seemed like the perfect fit, a mix of both worlds. Ultimately Marcus loved his job, but for the most part it was a little slow. For that reason, he found himself lounging on one of the empty beds, scrolling through his phone, when he heard a voice calling through the hall, from the front of the wing. Getting up he made his way into sight, his eyebrows raising when he took in the sight before him. âWell thatâs not something you see every day.â Marcus commented, tipping his head back towards the clinic area. âFollow me, big guy. Unless youâd prefer I bring a wheelchair?â
Bruised And Blue @itsamarcusjones
Luke glanced down at his phone and sighed, trying to see through the swell that was growing in his eyes, and the blood, to reply to Sebastian with his sore fingers. He had felt himself up and had felt a definite cut on his right eyebrow, another on his nose bridge, and one on his lip, there was also a very hot spot, pulsating, around his left eye, which he suspected would be black by tomorrow. Sebastian had at least told him where the hospital wing was, so he could more or less situate himself in the dim lights, until he found the brightly lit section of the Carson Hall, which had to be what he was looking for.
As he approached, he saw the scrawling letters saying Hospital Wing, and took a breath as he went for the door, easily entering as it was open, "hello?" He called, figuring either the doctor or the nurse should be around.
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bridgeportpillsburyâ:
I keep thinking warmer weather is coming, and then it just doesnât. Some days, it seems like the temperature might rise, but its just been a tease. My allergies arenât built for this, I can say that much.Â
@bridgeportstartersâ
Man, you can say that again. If you need anything, you know where the hospital wing is. Hopefully youâll start getting better soon. Have you taken anything to help?
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As a nurse and Dom, do you think treatment of subs and undue punishment, or injuries, have gotten better or worse?
Oh hell yeah. From where we used to be, and in the grand scheme of things, we're a million times better than we've ever been. Now, does that mean things are perfect? No, it doesn't. I'm sure no one here needs me to tell them that. But, progress is progress.
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anastasiachqâ:
So this is Bridgeport, huh? What the fuck is up, people? The name is Anastasia Clarington, and if you donât recognize it you obviously havenât been doing your homework. Naughty, naughty. Iâve heard this place is a hot spot, but so far Iâm just not seeing it. Maybe one of you should prove me wrong. Up for the challenge? Ready, set, go.Â
@bridgeportstartersâ
Sounds like youâre thrilled to be here. Iâm Marcus Jones, Iâm a Dominant. Iâm a nurse over in the hospital wing, so if you ever need anything you know where to find me. If you hear anything about a party let me know, this place could use a little bit of livening up.Â
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dommemercyjonesâ:
Mercedes had been trying her hand at painting when she heard Marcus let himself in. It was not going well. âI am really not liking how much I suck at this! She scolded herself. Wiping the paint on her smock she sighed looking at the abstract painting that really really sucked. âIâm in here. Donât worry i got clothes on!â
Following the sound of his sisterâs voice Marcus headed into her living room, his confusion obviously showing on his face. Lowering himself into a chair he leaned closer and squinted his eyes, tilting his head a little bit. âAs your brother, itâs my job to be honest with you no matter what. So consider this loving honesty when I say donât quit your day job.â Grinning he reached out to punch her playfully in the arm. âSo where have you been?â
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Stepping up to Mercedesâ door, Marcus lifted a fist to knock a couple of times before deciding to just let himself in. âKnock knock, I hope youâre clothed because Iâm coming on in!â He yelled, stepping into her suite and closing the door behind him. âYo, sis! Where are you?â @dommemercyjonesâ
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dalton-andersonâ:
Oh⌠Hah, thatâs okay. Mmm Hmmm, itâs always fun being new, right? The nameâs Dalton, nice to meet you. Oh, are you like a doctor or something?
Originally posted by na-page
Sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, I know I can be a little forward. Of course it is! Thatâs nor sarcasm either even though it sounds like it could be. Itâs like a blank slate. Youâre able to be whoever, with no prior precedent. Itâs kind of cool when you look at it like that, at least I think so. Itâs great to meet you Dalton, everything going okay? Oh no, âm no doctor. I am a nurse though! What are you majoring in here?
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abbystjamesâ:
Hello ,Hello bridgeport! Iâm Abby St James, submissive. Iâm autistic. an artist, in a whole bunch of different mediums,so I would really like directions to the art studios I heard about. Iâm very excited to be here. If you see me sketching around campus donât be shy
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@bridgeportstarters
Hello there beautiful. Iâm Marcus Jones, the one and only nurse on campus! It sounds like youâre pretty hecking talented, would you be up to showing off some of your work sometime?
Hello ,Hello bridgeport! I'm Abby St James, submissive. I'm autistic. an artist, in a whole bunch of different mediums,so I would really like directions to the art studios I heard about. I'm very excited to be here. If you see me sketching around campus don't be shy
@bridgeportstarters
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Violets are blue, roses are thorny. Be my valentine, because I am horny!
That's a hard maybe. Pull back the curtain, then we'll talk.
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dommemercyjonesâ:
Mercy: You do and it sucks.
Mercy: I am just in a weird place. I was talking to Trevor and I donât know I get the feeling that there may be something there, but I donât want to feed into it and its actually nothing you know? I mean heâs one of my best friends I canât risk losing himâŚ
Mercy: Ignore me
Marcus: At least you can admit it. Thatâs all I need. Marcus: Youâre joking, right? Are you joking? You have to be joking. Because I cannot give that response the real time of day, itâs so far off base.Â
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If anyone needs a partner for any of these events, just let me know! I am available.Â
@bridgeportstartersâ
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dommemercyjonesâ:
Mercy: Does something have to be going on?
Mercy: I mean there is but I dunno
Marcus: No. But, I know you. Marcus: Tell me, talk to your brother, let me help.Â
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MARCUSâMERCEDES
Marcus: You're quiet. Too quiet. What's going on?
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dalton-andersonâ:
Originally posted by na-page
How is everyone doing? New around hereâŚ. I guessâŚ. Hi⌠Whatâs up?
Iâm doing great handsome, thanks for asking. Thatâs alright, we were all new here once. Iâm Marcus. I work in the hospital on campus.Â
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dommemercyjonesâ:
Mercy: I really both hate and love how much you know me
Mercy: You better not! I am going to kick your butt if you do!
Mercy: I still donât understand how you could grow up in our house and donât even know how to boil water. Donât worry I will do your meal prep so you can eat. You have an important job, you need your strength.
Marcus: I know, but you always love ME.
Marcus: Please, Iâm shaking in my scrubs. Guess youâll have to find me first, I never did tell you where Iâve been hiding.Â
Marcus: And add one more thing to your plate? Youâre kidding. Maybe one of these days Iâll find someone to help with that on a consistent basis. Until then though...I wonât say no to your leftovers.Â
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lucastheoclaringtonâ:
Indeed, itâs us, Dominant family. Donât let them hear you say otherwise. Idem. I donât know about friends, but definitely meeting interesting people. Of course. Itâs a nice change of pace to be asked? Because of your patients? Ah, a bribery request, I can do that. Maybe we can exchange coffees for more extensive training on wound dressing and other things.
Iâll keep that in mind and physically fight anyone who tries to say otherwise. Well maybe not, but Iâll come damn close. You can say that again, if youâre looking for interesting thereâs no better place to find it. Scoping any potential friends or claims? If you donât mind me being nosy. Yes and yes. 99% of the time Iâm the one doing the asking. Bribery? Thatâs a strong word my guy. Not entirely untrue. But, strong. At least youâre willing. I think thatâs something we can work out. You interested in medicine for career purposes, or for personal?
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