The Good, The Bad, and the Omlet[o]

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23~

23 shrugged. "I don't know." he replied. The young boy replied, taking a slow breath. "It's hard for me to breath and it hurts to." he looked at her, noticing her concern. What if it was something serious? "Am I going to be okay?" he asked, biting his bottom lip. He took another slow breath and couched a little. "Where's my dad?" he asked yet again. "What happened to him?"

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance looks at him for a moment, before slowly answering, "I don't know, sweetie. I was more concerned with saving you from harm." Her tone is brisk, final even. She was too busy worrying about 23's condition then his father's.
She digs her claws into her arm suddenly, making herself tear up. Many drops land on 23's chest. She waits to see if anything else would happen.

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Yet even than, nothing happened. To check if anything has changed, 23 put a light hand on his chest, but winced and tossed his hand to his side fast. "Can we go to a doctor tomorrow?" he requested. Even though tonight would be better to go now the boy was tired and wanted to attempt to sleep.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance looks away, and mutters to herself, "Great, a hospital..." She imagines grotesque human experiments and white sterile labs. She shivers at the images and sighs dismally, "Ugh, fine...I'll carry you, you just get some sleep, okay?" She puts one long arm under his knees, and the other one under his chest, carrying him bridal style once again. Her eyes were dropping with exhaustion, but she fought it off, knowing that 23 was more important.
She quickly carries him out of the house, and into the woods, going in the direction of civilization.

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23 winced again in pain, but it faded quickly. "We can go tomorrow. It's okay." but not long after that he did fall asleep, the faint rocking as she walked responsible for it. Head head was tucked in her shoulder and one had dangled back and forth. The faint but warm summer break also kept him asleep. 23 felt so safe in her arms, almost like a baby.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance's head slowly goes down and her lips connect with his forehead. She pulls back and smiles softly down at the boy curled up in her arms. "Why do I feel so...happy?" She whispers to herself, praying silently that 23 didn't hear her. She keeps walking, taking her time like 23 said. She hated hospitals.

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But 23 heard her loud and clear. He smiled a little to respond. "I don't know. I'm happy though. 'cause I got a friend~" he nuzzled his cheek into her shoulder that made a great pillow for his head to rest. He moved his hand to fold over his torso, sending pain that lasted a few seconds. He dozed of quickly after that, atill in a light sleep but stil ale to hear. They came to a hospital that wasn't very busy at all. The light made his eyes peer open. "Is this it?"

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance smiles at him, "I'm glad you consider me a friend." She looks at the hospital and grimances, before swallowing her nasuea. She could already smell human blood and the stench of cleaning supplies. She nods stiffly, "Y-yeah..." She slowly walks towards it, left eye twitching. Stay strong, Temperance....

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23 wasn't fond of the stench either. It wasn't as strong to him as it was to her but he didn't like it either. It reminded him of the bidder he was taken home with once. He was a crazed doctor who was fired from his job. He gave him many shots and cuts, even a few peircings. When they entered he could really smell it, and he crinkled his nose. Quicky he noticed how Temprance wasn't handling this well. "Are you okay? You can stay outside you know..."

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance flashes what she hoped to be a reassuring smile, but it was uncharacsitically...fragil looking. "No, I wanna stay in here with you. Whatever you face, I face, from now on, okay?" She says in a serious tone to 23.

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23 smiled a little, happy she was brave enough to stay. Even though he can see in her expression, she wanted to leave. "Okay~" he chirped with a little laugh of happiness. He was scared to he here alone. A doctor approached them, looking at the boy.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a friendly voice. "Is it for the boy? Can he walk? We'll but him in a wheelchair for you."

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance glances uncertainly at the doctor, before shrugging, "I suppose that'll be okay...he is very tired."
The doctor smiles and walks off to get a wheelchair, leaving 23 and Temperance alone in the white hallway. Temperance gulps and smiles down at 23, "Well, we survived our first encounter with a doctor~"

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23 looked at the doctor leave, and Temprance's remark made him chuckle. "Yay~!" he said, yawning deepliy. As his chest extended he felt like he was getting stabbed, and he whimpered.
The doctor brought a wheelchair fit for his small size and helped Temprance lower him into it. She wheeled him into a checkup room and helped him up on the little table. "So, what's going on with you?" she asked, ringing the stethoscope around her neck.

[Temperance C. Baron]

Temperance eyes the stethescope nervously. She remembers faintly how cold it was, and she worried for 23. She moves forward slightly, and decides to answer, "He has been having horrid chest pains, I believe that his ribs might be broken in some form." Her tone is all buisness, the one she had when she was uncomfortable.
The doctor notices this, because she smiles softly at Temperance, "You don't have to worry, dear. Hospitals may seem horrible because of rumors, but we're all just here to help."
"People die here. I can smell the stench of it in the air."
"People are also born here."
Temperance had no remark to that, and she looks away, grinding her fangs together.

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23 was scared as well, even a little more. Not from what Tempraance has been Saying but just because he was scared to see what was wrong with him. What if it was really serious? "And I have trouble breathing too."
"Okay, it seems you have maybe two or so broken ribs. How ling has this been going on?"
"Maybe a year now. It hasn't been this bad though.." from all of the hits in the chest and beatings his ribs have been broken and never got treated.
"And why haven't you gotten treatment?" she asked calmly.
23 didn't reply. He didnt want to explain everything.
"Well this may be a bit more serious than I thought... Lets get you an x-ray." she helped him back into the wheelchair, rolling him Into another room. 23 looked at Temprance with a worried expression.