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Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

Oh, good. Sarcasm. He must be getting better. If his little display of annoyance bothered Hannah it didn't show in her face. She was about to leave when something scratched at the door. Eyes wide she assumed it was a walker and started to back up out of the room when she saw it was a dog at the window. An enormous black dog. Almost a wolf. Oh my God, she said and then did take a step back when Alexander let it in and began to check it over. Hannah had never liked dogs, even guide dogs patients sometimes came in with, and was terrified by the size and appearance of the one Alexander so calmly looked over. She was so nervous that she didn't even admonish him as Alexander stood up and moved from the couch before sitting back down. When Alexander said she could go, Hannah didn't argue. She backed up, staring at the dog, and then walked quickly out of the room, forgetting to get a towel from the linen closet and having to go back to grab it and a washcloth. The bathroom, much to her relief, was rather plain if high quality. The house and dog were weird enough that if it had been like something out of a romance novel she would have risked the walkers outside. Jesus it was huge! And he kissed it! Hannah had to admit he was right though. Her scrubs were just gone, no chance of getting the stains out, and some had bled through onto her top and her panties. Her socks - gross after a week. Even her shoes, super comfy for double shifts were ruined. She thought about keeping them, trying to get them clean. Maybe he had a hose outside and some dishwashing soap. No, she'd keep them. You couldn't outrun a walker barefoot and who knew when she'd find another pair that fit. Over half an hour later she walked back into the living room. Much cleaner, hair still damp, and dressed in a pair of jeans that almost fit, just a little baggy and that was solved with a belt, and a neutral creme t-shirt tucked into it. She'd even found a pair of Keds that fit but was still going to keep her nursing shoes. They were way more durable. She hadn't shaved, didn't see the point of it and didn't want to take the time, but she was clean from head to toes. That damn dog was still there, watching her even as it sat beside her patient. Would you please put it outside, or in the other room?
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

So she wasn't fond of dogs. Good to know. So if he wanted her to shut up or leave him alone all he had to do was have Sasha come sit on his lap. Keeping that little piece of information tucked into his brain he looked at Sasha while the nurse bathed and when she was done eating he pulled her into his lap and gave her the love and attention she wanted and needed after him being gone for so long. Stroking her side he found a few spurs in her coat and he plucked them off and set them on the coffee table before stroking her fur again. You need a bath. That earned him a growl and he smiled at that. Sasha was the only friend he really had left and she was his baby. Seeing the nurse come down he looked her over and made a mental note of her clothing size. Even with his dizzy state of mind, he was able to see the pants were a little too big. Looking at Sasha as she said 'it' he narrowed his eyes. She. Has a name. Her name is Sasha. He said in a matter of a fact tone then pat the wolfs side rather firmly, dull thuds sounding showing the dog was solid muscle under that fur. Go lay down sweetie. Doc isn't fond of dogs apparently. He said as Sasha slid off of the couch and trotted towards the back room where her dog bed and chew toys were. Once she was out of the room he looked at her and narrowed his eyes. Don't get used to this Doc. Once I'm healed, ordering me around is going to be a bit of a hassle. This is my home. Thanks for helping me when you didn't need to...but that's the key phrase...you didn't need to. No one forced you to help me. Alex saw things very clear cut. Death was part of life. He'd seen enough of it to last him two life times so if she would have ditched him and ran to save her own skin, he wouldn't have cared. He knew just how greedy and selfish humans could be. It wouldn't have surprised him at all.
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

I'm not a doctor, Hannah said. Doctors can't do what I do, which is keep stubborn patients in line for their own good. I'm a nurse, a damned good one, and I'm going to be your nurse until I know you're okay to be discharged. Until then I don't care if this is your home, it's also my ward. Don't forget it, she said, using all of her strength of will to project certainty into her voice. Trying hard not to show her fear of the dog, Hannah came forward and, after a worried glance at Sasha, reached for Alexander's wrist and took his pulse. It was slow and steady, with the patient beat of an athlete in their top form. Even a few weeks in bed hadn't hurt his cardio, or likely anything else except a little loss of endurance. Any nausea, blurry vision, headaches? she asked and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. Imprecise but close enough to know if he was burning up or normal. He felt normal. Have you urinated or had a bowel movement since we arrived? He should be making urine but probably no stool yet. Solid food had been hard to come by. Stepping back, Hannah put her hand on her hips and listened to his responses.
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

Alex just sat there like a good little patient while she did her thing and as she asked her usual medical questions he answered short and to the point. His voice held little to no emotion. Dizzy spells here and there. No nausea or blurred vision. He then listened to her next set of questions as she placed the back of her hand to his forehead. Took a piss before showering. All's good. Clear and hydrated. No shits yet. I'll be sure to let you know the moment it hits the porcelain. He said in a slightly sarcastic tone as that had been his usual thing at the hospital with the other nurses. Some found humor in his words, he had a feeling that this one had used up all of her humor batteries a long time ago. Sighing a bit he looked at his cup as it was empty and had been for a while. Standing up he slowly made his way into the kitchen and washed his cup, setting it on the drying rack before he walked back to his living room and looked at the clock. It was about to be night fall. Walking to the thermometer on the wall he shut it off as the electricity was no longer focusing on the heating. He then set a few logs into his fire place and with the help of some long matches, he lit the fire and let that be the houses source of heat. Sitting down as he felt a slightly dizzy spell he just sat on the floor beside the fire and rubbed his head. He'd need to eat soon, other wise it was going to start hurting him more than anything. Only hard part was that he wasn't hungry. Looking towards the kitchen he debated on making some food or just going with something simple. Choosing the simple option he stood up slowly and walked to a black door. Opening the door there was what looked like a small bunker of gas cans, MRE's, and canned foods. Grabbing an MRE pack of beef stew he tore the plastic open and set it on the coffee table. Walking to the fridge he grabbed two bottles of water. Setting one down in front of her he started fixing his meal while setting aside all of the other random stuff in the bag. While the heating element was cooking the food he motioned to the door. Grab an MRE, or find something in the fridge. I'm sure you know how to cook...or hope. If you don't want an MRE, then make yourself something. He said as he kept his eyes on what he was doing mainly so that he could have a decent center of gravity as he could feel the room spinning slightly. Probably from the lack of nutrients in his body.
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

Wherever he went, Hannah was only a few steps behind unless it was near Sasha, then she was a few more steps behind and looked very nervous. So far the dog had ignored her except to watch where Hannah went and her ears always perked forward in alert when Hannah was within arm's reach of Alexander. It was spooky but Hannah kept following Alexander in case he started to fall. It also let her assess his motor skills, balance, and coordination. Hannah didn't like how slowly he moved or the slight dizziness she saw, and really worried about him rubbing his head. Thinking back she didn't recall him hitting it on anything other than her shins but the terror of getting him from his room to the store room may have blotted it out. You need better nutrition than that will give you, she chided. After making sure he wasn't going to get up Hannah went out to the battalion chief's car. When she came back, a large red crash bag was over her shoulder and she had one of the pillowcases of supplies from the hospital. Rooting around in it she produced a bottle of vitamins, shook two into her hand, and handed them to Alexander. You've eaten so they shouldn't make you nauseated. These will help make up for the junk I've had to feed you this week. What she wanted to do was open up the crash bag and go through it and organize it. She loved organizing almost as much as she liked making lists, but right now she was hungry. Not knowing how long the power would last, and really not wanting an MRE, Hannah investigated the fridge. With as long as he'd been in the hospital the vegetable and fruit were turned and she put them in the trash then wiped down the crisper with a rag. The milk went down the sink. That really made her sad Hannah loved milk. Would she ever have it again? And why were her eyes watering? That was stupid. Sniffing back her tears, she rubbed them away on the backs of her hands and kept looking. The eggs were still good, and the date on the the ham lunch meat showed it to be safe as well. A little cheese she could grate to make an omelette, though not a very good one. No mushrooms. Ugh. Frequently coming to the doorway to check on him, Hannah quickly prepared her omelette, added a cup of grapefruit that should have gone into a lunch bag, and went back to the living room. The fireplace was too inviting, too homey and comforting, to pass up and she sat on the hearth, feeling the heat of it seep into her muscles. Hannah balanced the plate on her lap and ate slowly, chewing each mouthful thoroughly. Thank you, she said after half the omelette was gone. For helping me get you out and then getting us here. I- where I wanted to go didn't work out and I thought you were delirious. But this, she waved her fork around, is probably the best thing that could have come out of getting you out of the hospital. Looking down she stirred at her omelette with a fork then set it aside, not hungry for the other half. Do you remember anything about the outbreak?
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

Alex still made his MRE even though she was making something else. When the MRE was made he called Sasha over and gave her some of the meat chunks as he also ate some. When the nurse started to head back Sasha went back to her bed as he set the MRE down and looked at the plate she'd given him as well as the drink. Ugh. He only drank grapefruit juice when he really needed vitamins and now was one of those times. Taking a sip he made a bitter face and coughed a bit then took a bite of his food. It was actually really good, not that he'd admit that of course. Then again, eating through a tube for the last two weeks made anything taste amazing. When she thanked him he glanced up at her as he popped another piece of food into his mouth and listened to her. No problem. Was all he said as he went back to eating. Hearing her ask if he remembered the outbreak he shook his head I was unconscious for it. Don't even remember hearing screams. Only thing I remember is waking up to your throat in my hand. Once he was done eating he sat still for a moment as he checked to see how his stomach would take to the food. When it didn't roll or fuss with him he stood up and wobbled a bit but caught himself as he headed to the kitchen. Cleaning up his plate as well as the dishes he looked into his fridge to see the damage of foods. Nodding he made a mental list as he'd need to drop by the grocery store. After the outbreak, he knew that looting would happen but with the walkers, he knew that looting wouldn't last too long. He then moved so that he found a high cabinet. Grabbing a can he pulled it down and poured some of the power into a cup. Adding some water he stirred it. Powdered milk wasn't the greatest thing in the world but it was milk just the same. Drinking it down slowly he needed the calcium. Walking back he looked at her. Judging by the gas in the car, you detoured to a suburban area. Home I'm guessing. That should have been a no brainer that it would be swarming with them. A populated area on any given day, it's a buffet for them as well as a breeding ground. What drove you to go there even though common sense said otherwise?
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

Alex listened to the information she was giving him, letting most of the information go in one ear and out of the other as what happened outside his home didn't really bother him all that much. It wasn't till she got to the part about bombs being dropped on the city that he perked up and listened a bit closer. Bombs? Most likely if the military had dropped them they were two thousand pounds, Tomahawks or maybe even Maverick's. All of which would make sizable dents in the earth and have a kill radius of several football fields. Then there's the shock wave to take into account. Even if you're out of the blast radius, if you're near a window, the chances of you dying from the shrapnel of glass coming your way was high. Terra was only nine. So she'd be too short to be near a window but Jenny was tall enough. Looking at his lap he thought things through and went through every possible scenario he could think about. It was pretty clear that he wasn't listening to her anymore as his eyes were moving from side to side and his index finger was tapping the arm of the couch as he ran through different scenario's in his mind. Most of them didn't end well for Terra or Jenny. Given how he was feeling at that time he was in for about two or three days more of weakness before he'd be fit to leave the house. He still had some personal tests to run and see what all he'd need to bring when he faced off against the walkers. His little experience with the Fire Chief let him know that scent and sound were a big factor in their motor skills. They didn't seem to actually SEE things, more like acute hearing and sense of smell. He'd have to do a few tests to see for sure. The brain was the steering wheel. If any of the old zombie movies he'd watched were true. However, he wasn't sure if taking off a limb or removing the head would do the job. He needed to know if a silenced weapon would work on keeping the other walkers away or if he'd have to resort to more archaic weapons like blades and arrows. When she stopped talking he looked up at her just in time to hear her ask where they'd be sleeping. Oh it would be a cold day in hell before he let her sleep in the same room as him. The room you showered in is where you will sleep. The room across the hall is my room. He said as he subtly told her that she'd be sleeping in a room away from him. Seeing the look in her eye he shot his own warning look. I don't do well being touched. In my line of work, being touched isn't a positive thing as you've seen from my medical charts. Sasha will let you know if I need help. He said as he also subtly let her know that the massive black dog that she was oh so fond of, would be sleeping in the same room as him.
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

There's stubborn and then there's stupid, she replied, looking at him with determination for all her eyes were still damp and red from talking about the outbreak. I'm stubborn about good nursing but reasonable about everything else. You're just being stupid and think it's some cool macho bullshit to cover up the fact that you're not well and you're not happy with the fact that you're weak. You don't have any experience handling being weak and trusting someone else to take care of you is scary. I get that, Hannah said with feeling. Is she, she pointed towards the massive black wolf hybrid dog, trained to recognize and respond to seizures? Cardiac arrest? Aspiration of vomit? And if you're in trouble and she does see it, how am I going to get past her to do my job? She'll bite me if I try to touch you when you're in distress and she's anxious about it. Fuck that, Hannah said. Let's get this straight. Until you're discharged, you're my patient and that means you do what I tell you when it comes to your health and recovery. You can be as cranky and unhappy and shitty as you want, but the more you cooperate with me the faster this will go. Then I'll get in the truck and leave and you and Sasha can do whatever you want. She stood up and crossed her arms. She goes into another room with the door shut. I'll be in your room on the floor or in a chair and I'll verbally wake you up before I touch you. Okay? A couple of days. That's all I need you to give up control for. Or you can keep arguing, elevate your stress level and really hurt yourself. What Alexander couldn't know is that the passion and determination Hannah was putting into getting her way was keeping her going and not thinking about everything else. It was allowing the young woman to get back into a routine of what she was good at, what she know, in the semblance of a normal life before the outbreak. Once she was done with Alexander, Hannah really had no more purpose in life except to survive. On her own if she had to. She'd made it this far. She didn't need a man to help her. Not unless it was Him.
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

Alex just looked at her for a long moment before standing up and sighing. Remind me that the next time I catch a fever and you're around to just shoot myself. It'll be less painful. He said as he headed for his room. Sasha was right on his heels but he stopped and looked at her. Whispering something in another language as the dogs ears pinned to her head. Smiling he pet her head and kissed her nose then watched her walk off to her room. She used her nose to shut the door. Looking at it he knew he'd have to make this up to her later as she was a big baby when it came to not getting her way. Walking up the stairs he walked into his room and then into his closet. Grabbing a sleeping bag he put it on the floor beside his bed and unrolled it. Before she came into the room he grabbed the gun from under his pillow, took the magazine out and the round in the chamber. Putting the magazine, the bullet and the gun in the night stand he shut the drawer and sighed as he laid on the sleeping bag. Despite his asshole ish attitude, he was raised to be a gentleman. Holding doors open, yes ma'am no ma'am kind of deal and he was NOT going to let a woman sleep on the floor. Laying there as she came in he looked at her and pointed to the bed. That's where you sleep. Unless I'm convulsing, I'm fine. He said as he leaned his head back on the little built in pillow, laced his hands on his stomach and closed his eyes. Being a solider and then an assassin, he learned how to calm his body and sleep whenever possible. He was also a very light sleeper...normally. Waking up and ready to swing at a moments notice. He may be a bit slower now, but he wasn't wanting to wake up tomorrow to find a bruise on her cheek so he gave her a warning of when to touch him and when to not. As he laid there while his body was relaxed, his mind was going in one direction, he needed to make sure that Terra and Jenny were safe. He needed to get better, like yesterday, and he needed to test the walkers to see what was safe and what wasn't.
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

Damned if she was going to change into pyjamas or a nightie, or strip down to her panties and the t-shirt. Hannah did take her borrowed Keds off and put them near the foot of the bed so she could find them easily. By the time she finished that and got under the simple, if clean, sheets Alexander was already asleep. It reminded her of some scene in a movie, Hannah couldn't quite remember which one, but there was an assassin who slept fully clothed and with his hands like that. Assassin, that was as ludicrous as a spy. He was probably one of those end of the world, doom is nigh crazies who prepared for the next big disaster. Before the outbreak they'd been something to quietly laugh at quietly because a lot of them were associated with some scary white power groups. After the outbreak? Well, they were probably laughing inside their bunkers as they pinned rebel flags to the wall and opened cans of Copenhagen while listening to some Toby Keith. Jesus! Sleep didn't come as easily to Hannah as it did to Alexander. Strange house, fearsome dog, eccentric patient and zombies didn't exactly let her mind rest easy. After a quarter of an hour when it became apparent it wasn't going to happen on its own, Hannah quietly got out of bed and went into the living room. From the medical bag she took a bottle of pills and shook a single grey oval into her hand, dry swallowing it and putting the bottle back. It was Halcion, a benzodiazepine prescribed as sleeping pills, and it was pretty powerful. Hannah wasn't going to wake up unless something serious happened. Back in bed, she turned onto her side, facing where Alexander lay on the floor below, and waited for the drug to kick in. A sleeping aid wasn't contained in a firefighter's crash bag. Hannah had taken them from the pharmacy a few days before the escape from the hospital. If she was trapped, unable to get out, She'd planned to overdose on them after giving Alexander a lethal injection of morphine, and join him in death rather than wait to die of dehydration, starvation, or zombies. Sir would have been furious to know she'd planned it out, but He wasn't there to guide her. Maybe she still would. If He was dead, it was one way to rejoin Him. But, no, not until Alexander was healed. Hannah thought it would be just a day or two more, possibly even tomorrow. Being in his home, safe and in comfort, was good medicine. He'd be weak, sure, but hopefully out of danger and then she could decide what to do. Hannah's last thought before the fog of slumber surrounded her was of His hand under her chin, raising her eyes to meet His and seeing his smile.