Dr Davis, telephone please

"Dr Davis, telephone please, Dr Davis telephone please"

"Dr Blair, Dr Blair. Dr Jay Hamilton, Dr Jay Hamilton"

Antiseptic. Cheap sheets. Cheap flowers. The sound of paper gowns and bustling nurses, Of a woman two rooms over screaming bloody murder as she went into labour, asking her parents where her boyfriend was, and why he wasn't there with her when the baby came.

Cyrus came to to these sensations, his body unconsciously cringing in response to her cries and the scents assaulting his nose. His already-closed eyes squeezed tighter as she screamed again, the doctors seeming to rush in as it began to move, out of the room and down the hallway, past his door and into what he thought was an elevator, as the screaming stopped with a peaceful *ding*

With the glass-shattering scream now on another floor and away from Cyrus's fairly trained ears, he relaxed, opening his eyes to the usual stark off-white that hospitals were known for. Too-bright florescent lighting, coupled with shitty mattresses and sheets that did nothing but make you itch seemed counterproductive to making someone feel well. At least that's What Cyrus thought. He hated being stuck in hospitals. he saw it as where you go when you can't stand alone. That was stupid, he knew, but still. Unless he had to be carried in, he was fine.

He swung his right leg over the small railing and onto the floor, placing a little weight on it to see if it would support him, and was elated when it held. He didn't have to be in a hospital! He was fine, he thought to himself as he grabbed the metal IV stand to use as a makeshift walking stick, using it to hoist himself up and place his right foot upon the ground and give it His weight.

The Pain returned, A flash of agony shooting up his thigh like lightning, coursing through his nerves and up to his brain. Sending it to his mouth, causing him to cry out in pain. Sending to his Legs, forcing them to give way, the IV stand falling with the clatter of aluminum on tile, His head following shortly as it connected, making a muffled *thud* as it hit the ground.

Cyrus rolled over onto his back, clutching his left knee with his hands as the waves of pain became calmed, and Cyrus realized that he was now stuck...on the floor,staring up at a sign in the hall that read "Death General Hospital is here for you!" with a photo of Lord Death pointing at him. He groaned quietly, not wanting to call the nurses to help pick him up, But not wanting to stay on the cold tile floor, the flap on the paper gown exposing his bare ass to the cold....

Well...Shit

Pierce cringed as the pregnant lady was rushed through. He recited a silent prayer to no one in particular and wished her the best. Today would be the day of the rest of a new baby's life. The sound of Cyrus crashing to the floor broke him out of his thoughts rather quickly. He studied the blonde with a look of curious interest before breaking out into a grin. This guy was really that stubborn huh? So be it.

He swaggered over and leaned down to inspect the other meister rather than help him off the floor immediately. "Lovely view, you're givin' the room you know. Good thing I'm the only audience eh?" He chuckled darkly and reached one arm under Cyrus' shoulders and his hip. "So princess," He leered as he scooped the bare bottomed Cyrus and his IV up and showed his backside to the hall as he carried him back into the room. "Shall we try this again sleeping beauty?"

He nudged the IV back into position and laid Cyrus back on the bed trying not to set him on the tubes. "How about you chillax it and max out all cool. The Doc should be back any time now, you were out for a good while. Hell, I even closed up shop early just for you snowflake. You're welcome by the way." He smirked and left the remainder of rearranging his limbs to Cyrus. This guy had put up a hell of a fight. He'd helped his best of pals in a pinch too, that earned him a bit of something for his effort; whether it was respect or a sense of camaraderie was anyone's guess. "I ain't seen you yet, what's you're name? You can call me Pierce."

A shadow came over Cyrus's head, cast by what looked like a blue....something. He didn't know right now. The pain was messing with his head.Though apparently this Blue something could talk. And was a smartass too, Calling him princess and the view he was giving the hall. Yea, good thing he was the only one here, Cause he would probably freak the nurses out. Hell, last time he'd been in a hospital he had pulled both the Iv's out and was walking out of the hospital, blood dripping down his wrist. This was tame.

The newcomer picked him up off the cold ground, and thankfully it was a person, and not some weird Blue-haired science experiment that the Academy had released. That'd be bad. Though the piercing on this guys face looked like they would hurt if they caught, and with the aura of "My self control is the only thing keeping me from ripping your throat out" that came off of this guy, he might very well be a monster. A monster named Pierce, who had helped his ass off the ground and back into the bed. As monster's go, He wasn't the worst he'd seen, even if he'd bared Cyrus's rear to the hall. Ah, what the heck. They'll live.

Well, Pierce, My names Cyrus, not sleeping beauty,
Cause like hell is anyone gunna kiss me and wake me up. And thanks for getting me up off that floor. My ass was starting to get cold, But a the time I was like, "You know, Cyrus, Your just too dang comfortable up here in this hospital bed. Here, go spend some time on the floor. That'll make you feel all better

He let out a little chuckle. Apparently Pierce wasn't the only roving smart Alec roving around. He let out a little one-sided smile, trying to show that he was just joking around with his new friend. He looked over at the little table, where the hospital staff had placed his bloodstained clothes and personal effects. He reached as far as he dared without falling flat on his face again, but couldn't reach it. He looked over at Pierce, cursing his bum knee and the fact that he couldn't get up himself.

Hey, Im sorry to ask this, but can you grab my clothes off that table and give em to me?I'd go get them myself, But I really don't think we want a repeat of the Cyrus Falls flat on his face performance

This guy Pierce knew he could like very easily. Another smart ass like himself. It was quite refreshing to meet someone who could be stubborn and snarky at the same time. He hadn't met many people who could take his joking and needling very well. Cyrus was an okay guy for having a sense of humor, at least he wasn't complaining like a cry baby. The guy had a knee torn up pretty bad and was still able to smile after trying to walk on it, it was either courage or idiocy. It really didn't matter which.

"Can I still call you snowflake?" Pierce laughed softly and waved his hand dismissively. "Nah man, ask away. I only decided to stay with you through several hours of unconsciousness to watch you fall on your rump when you woke up anyways." He snickered and instead of retrieving Cyrus' bloody clothes pulled a clean outfit out of a duffel bag sitting by the foot of the bed. He tossed Cyrus a blue gray tank top and a sleek and a slate gray button up to go over it. The pants got thrown at his face just for fun; a stylish pair of dark gray slacks with only side pockets. "Sorry to say it man but the hospital will be tossing those clothes away. They have blood on them, they can't let you keep a biohazard like that. You can have these clothes until you can get back to your own closet. They should fit you... mostly anyways."

Pierce grinned and brought the personal possessions over to the bedside stand where he set them down. "Not sure what hospitals are like where you're from but anything they have to cut off of you is trash anyways. The nurse who had to remove your pants had a nice blush going by the time she got you cleaned up." He teased lightly. If Cyrus could be released today he'd have a good distance to limp on his own. Pierce wondered how fast he'd hobble after him when Cyrus discovered the new and improved wallet contents. Might ruin the surprise if he went for the not-so-inconspicuous little bowed box on the bedside table before the wallet.

Dr. Nowak had so many things on his mind as he walked down the long, white hallway. Considering his profession, it was strange that the man hated the colur white so much. It was sort of an empty hate, considering the fact that he didn't necessarily care about colours so much...but it was certainly his least favourite. In a hospital, it seemed like the intense whiteness would never end, and perhaps that was the reason he disliked it, or perhaps it was the fact that the countless sheets of paperwork he had to sort through were all the same colour. A kid couldn't walk into his office with a runny nose, without him having to keep a record of it, and what he did specifically for the child. That was usually knocking them out cold, or giving them a handful of painkillers. Did that make him bad at his job? His current one yes, but not his profession...It was actually sheer coincidence that he happened upon the room of Silas McDonald, and ...Blue hair. The man had originally been called there to suggest what they use to help one of their patients with knee pain from surgery, who wasn't able to take a higher dosage of pain killers. He had to leave the school, because the idiots couldn't take direction over the phone...So he went, and did his "duty," but now he was more interested in what happened with Silas.

"Are you both stupid or something? Did you fall down the stairs?" Daniel walked into the room, and then gave another glance at Pierce. Wasn't this the kid that was supposed to be monitored by staff members? That was another thing that he remembered...because he wasn't handling classes, or grading...the man had a decent amount of custody over this kid. Hopefully Lord Death wasn't aware of his negligence. The man took a seat on a chair, and looked up at Silas. "Who's got the pleasure of jamming stuff in you today, McDonald? One of the doctor's, or him?" Dr. Nowak motioned towards Pierce, and then immediately lost interested in the joke. Sadly, this was the way that he planned to cover for his lack of watching over the guy...Following him around for the day, and pretending that his job was getting done. "Do you have a dollar, McDonald? You wallet's over there, ain't it? You know me...I like to let the body heal its own way." He shot his usual smile at the boy, and continued to sit back.

Cyrus laughed at Pierce's joke...or what he hoped was. He hoped in he back of his mind that he hadn't just cursed some pretty young interning nurse to nightmares and embarrassment. It would be terrible. But hilarious. He was still laughing when Pierce threw him a change of clothes, which he thanked him for. He kinda liked Pierce, once you get to know the guy.

And just when the two of them were finally getting along, trouble came. Trouble in the form of a scheming loan shark that calls himself a doctor. He strolled in, calling Cyrus the wrong name and, as usual, Trying to get a buck off someone. Cyrus let out an audible groan, slapping his right hand lightly against his face theatrically

Aww, Come on! I thought this was the hot nurse call button, Not the annoying, MALE doctor call button. And I got all hot and bothered for nothing.

He grabbed the call button, Holding it up and pointing tat the call buttons for Pierce. They really, Really need to label these things, that way no one else has to go through this again!

Finishing his diatribe, Cyrus Grabbedhis wallet off the bedside table, tossing it to the Doc. He didn't really want to give him money, he just wanted the doctor to go away. And that was most certainly worth a dollar. Here, Doc. MAke sure she's worth the single He said as he reached for his personal effects, A spare guitar tuner, three loose 357 magnum casings, a small pack of Cigarettes that he had carried for forever, still had about half of them in there. His lighter. His pocketwatch, He smiled at this one, glad to have it as he checked the time at ten minuits to four. He shut it, The silver insignia of his families crest reflecting the lamplight into Dr Nowak's eye. Ah, Everything in...wait. He checked again, Looking over everything again, still not seeing the shoulder holster he wore...His face paled as he looked back at his guests

Has anyone seen my gun?

Pierce grimaced as the new guy wandered into the room like a careless dolt that Cyrus obviously knew. Did this guy even give a damn about anything? Pierce scoffed and crossed his arms across his chest, the hanging sleeve of his jacket swaying as he shifted his stance. This guy just seemed like bad news. "Heh, cute but I usually buy people dinner before I jam things in them." He grinned widely and leaned on the wall.

"And nah, I carried him here. The fool puts up a hell of a fight but he's paying for his courage right now. Maybe you can bother him more now that he's probably gonna be bed ridden or movement restricted for a while. Then again, for twenty bucks I might be willing to carry you to school Princess." He winked at Cyrus with a chuckle. He didn't much like other sharks. Unless he could rope this guy along he was going to be nothing but trouble.

Pierce smirked at Cyrus as the other waved the button around at him complaining about it bringing him an annoying male doctor. "Aw come on Cyrus, they just keep adding more sharks to your tank don't they. They just wanna see us both annoy you to little bits and pieces I'll bet." He snickered at Cyrus' joke and gave him a gallant shrug as though he could do nothing but watch. As Cyrus finally handed over the wallet Pierce's grin didn't even waver. The doctor wouldn't find a single green back in Cyrus' wallet, he'd find absolutely nothing but Pierce's business cards.

He relaxed his arms and slid down the wall, laying his arms over his knees as they came up to his chest. "Oh, and don't open your present until you get home Cyrus. I was planning on giving it to ya after you got released." Cyrus seemed to take a tone of panic that had Pierce looking up but not quite ready to come back to his feet again to soothe the other meister. "They confiscated all weapons when I brought you in for safety reasons, they will return it to you before you leave. At least, they should."

After Silas agreed to let him have a dollar, whether he he being sarcastic or not, the man started ignoring the children, and made his way through the wallet. The first thing that he pulled out was a business card. Then a business card. Then he...pulled out a business card. Three more business cards. Soon he realized that they was nothing useful in this wallet at all, and he almost tossed it to the ground, until a certain name caught his eye on the card. Charon Ferry. "Cute, Berserker...Very cute." Without much thinking, the doctor pulled a scalpel from his jacket pocket, and then began to twirl it in his hand. Though something in the back of his mind pricked at his conscious...This is a student, and you're the school nurse. With a fairly audible sigh, the man put the scalpel back in his jacket pocket, and tossed the wallet in the direction of Silas. The boy was saying something about a gun, and he felt that taking it out on a different student, verbally would probably be sufficient...Rather than gutting the Pierce kid.

"Yeah...You know, I have the same problem at the airport. They don't seem to like it when I bring in my AK...Funny how things like that turn out." The doctor's usual smile had returned, the one that seemed sincere, but his words were laced with sarcasm. Perhaps the boy would cry...That would be so exciting to watch! But thinking about things like that were definitely not what was supposed to be on his mind. He would have left after discovering that there was no money, if it weren't for Pierce...He had slipped one of the kid's business cards up his sleeve, as he pretended to set all of them back in the wallet before. Perhaps if he could keep an eye on his clientele, or rather Shinigami could, they could determine what sort of threat he actually was. Dr. Nowak had done a good job...Even if he had done something small. Pierce's arrogance made it much easier-Perhaps he could be taken off of guard duty? That was asking for too much.