Thread: Hunting for Purpose- Lavi Bookman

RE Hunting for Purpose Falin snarled at Tristan's insistence in getting himself checked out. i don't need to go to the fucking hospital! he raged furiously as he watched Carlos flee, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. he clearly enjoyed being feared, which was probobly why he wanted Tristan so much... Tristan wasn't afraid of him. your just so.. DIFFERENT! he spate angrily at the others confusion. you don't want to fight even though your clearly capable! you didn't kill me, or torture me even after what i did to you! you SIT there and you try to HELP me even though i'm trying yo KILL you! YOU DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE! he snarled, groaning as he rubbed his head again, closing his eyes. stop thinking so loud... he complained, panting. your mind makes my head hurt... just go away... no, Falin couldn't read minds, but strong minds often pushed at his, and Tristan, in the man's stubbornness, was projecting his mind at Falin and it hurt. he stared at the other as he made the deal and he shook his head. for every day i spend in that hell hole of a hospital, you have to be mine for an equal day. he growled, closing his eyes as he rubbed his head again. now will you STOP pushing at me?! fuck... it's like your trying to kill me. he complained, setting his head on his arms to rest as the mind pushing stopped as Tristan got his way. after a moment he slowly got to his feet and started packing an overnight bag. pajamas, several pairs of underwear in case they wanted him to stay for a few days, and he glared at Tristan. and you have to stay at the hell hole with me... i don't want those fucking doctors slipping poison into my medicine bags! paranoid, but willing to trust Tristan. after all, the man had his chances to kill Tristan and he hadn't, so that meant that Tristan could be trusted... to an extent. he growled and grumbled the entire way to the hospital, snapped and snarled at the doctors and nurses, but let them run him through an X-ray, and then an MRI, and a Cat-scan as they tried to figure out WHY his brain was bleeding, when there was no damage anywhere... at least that's what it looked like. and by the time they got to the hospital, the bleeding had actually stopped. so there was just a tiny little area that looked like it was bleeding for a while before it vanished and the doctors where baffled. Tristan complained constantly about their minds pushing at his, and they finally sedated him so he'd shut up, and told Tristan that they wanted to keep him for a few days for observation. Tristan was pretty damn pissed when he found that out, but the promise of having Tristan for an equal number of days made his annoyance just a little less. he laid in the hospital bed, scowling furiously at the blank white walls as the doctors talked to Tristan, explaining that they didn't know what was going on. his brain HAD been bleeding, but now it was like there had never been any damage at all. there where signs of other brain bleeds, things that should have killed Falin several times over... but had done nothing but apparently give him nothing more than a very painfully debilitating migraine. and yet, they still wanted to keep him! which pissed Falin off.