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WHO: Sword, Muraki
WHEN: Just before lunch
WHERE: Infirmary
WHAT: Sword gets checked up
RATING: TBA

Ever since Sword had hit his head, he had been getting severe headache. The headaches made his eye sight even worse then it already was. He had told Sen he was fine and didn't need to go to get looked at, but the pain was so severe he really had no choice. He made his way to the infirmary and walked in, "Hello?" He called, not being able to see if anyone was near by as another surge of pain ran through his head.

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Sword made no sign that he even noticed being injected and nodded, "So how long till you find out what you need to know?" He asked, "I've got a schedule to keep."

"I'm new, so I'll have to call the other doctor about the MRI, but depending on the results, you may be here for a while." Muraki then leaned a bit over Sword, whispering faintly. "But if you're too worried, I'm sure we can work something out."

He then straightened himself, moving to the phone to call about the MRI, knowing that it wouldn't take Sword too long to piece together that Muraki was not exactly the 'Kind Doctor' he played off.

Sword's entire body immediately stiffened as Muraki leaned over him and whispered what he did. He was relieved when the doctor moved away from him. He suddenly didn't want to be here anymore and thought about leaving, but unfortunately the meds kicked in and he fell asleep before he could do anything.

Muraki smiled to himself, wondering if that had jarred the other. Of course, he hadn't meant it that way. Playing with another Alpha Male tended to be quite risky.

Thus he continued to handle what was needed, and would wait for Sword to awaken before continuing any sort of conversation.

Sword woke up about an hour later. He was a little confused and then remembered where he was. He looked around and saw Muraki's blurred shape, "Any luck?"

Muraki was busy with finishing up the records, and he looked over to Sword as he heard his voice. "It's a small concussion, thankfully. What little swelling is left is what's causing your headaches.

"Generally, I'd suggest staying here over-night, but it seems as if you've been wandering with it for a while and only had the headaches, so I don't think I have to worry much about you passing out and having more problems.

"The thing is, you should remain on a regiment of anti-inflammatory's for the next few days until it goes down, and that's not exactly something I can just give you a bunch of and say 'Go', is it?"

Sword sighed, "So I have to stay here over night..... again." He paused, "With you here?"

Oh, so he had jolted him earlier. Muraki couldn't help the small smirk which pulled at his lips. "Don't worry, I'll behave around you.

"Not only are you not really my type, I've already been warned of your position here, and I have no intention of making an enemy of all of your buddies."

Sword snorted. All of his buddies. The only true 'buddies' he had here were Sen and Blue. The only reason the other goons followed him was because they got drugs for cheap if they did.

Even though Muraki said he would behave, he was still a little wary of him.

Muraki ignored whatever Sword might be thinking for now, though he could probably quite easily figure it out had he wanted, and continued more as a Doctor than anything else.

"I'd prefer you stay overnight, but it isn't necessary so long as you can come back at least once a day, and promise to watch out for any other abnormalities that could signify things are getting worse."

"No. I'll stay here." He said, "Just.... stay away from me."

Muraki chuckled softly, and turned his chair so he could face Sword, his hands gently falling to clasp between his knees.

"Are you really so afraid of me?" The voice was taunting, and intended to drip with a sense of 'Are you that weak?' attached to it.

Sword glared, "I'm not afraid of you." He spat back, "I just don't like you. And I don't make a habit of hanging around people I don't like."

"That's not what your reactions say." Muraki continued, letting the grin which had tugged at his lips before come to completion. "Your reactions say that you're afraid I'll actually do something to you."

Sword snorted, "Like what? What could you possibly do to me?"

"Don't know." Muraki leaned back, almost as if he was bored of the conversation, or of Sword himself. "What is it you fear I'll do?"

"I told you. I'm not afraid you. So I don't fear you'll do anything to me." That was a lie. He didn't like the innuendo Muraki had giving before Sword had fallen asleep. It made him nervous, but he was trying to act like it hadn't.

"You lie horribly, like a rug." Muraki grinned softly, then paused. "No, sorry, that's wrong of me."

Standing, he moved over to the bed and leaned over Sword again. "The problem is I understand people, and I can hear the fear in your voice, see it in your body.

"You're probably afraid I'll go from this position, merely above you, to trying to get into your pants. Is that what it is?"

Sword's body stiffened again. He quickly moved off the bed and away from Muraki, "I told you. You don't frighten me! Now I suggest you back off."

Muraki chuckled softly. Had he just seen the first flash of fang?

"If I don't scare you, why did you just run, Swordfish?"

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