Post by Zachary Marcase on Jul 24, 2007 0:19:11 GMT -5
Personal:
Name: Logan McCoy
Years of Roleplaying: Five years.
Any Other Characters on this Site? No.
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Character Basics:
Name: Zachary Edward Marcase
Nickname(s): Zach
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Gender: Male
Weight: 167 lbs.
Height: 6'1"
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Tattoos/Piercings: None
Scars/Birth Marks: Appendix scar.
Physical Appearance: Zach’s stature is tall and lanky. Although he does sport some muscle he’s clearly not football material. His lower limbs are the most worked of his body, with the constant practice and drilling of the track coach. Marcase is a typical male teen and with the help of a high metabolism he eats what he wants. He’s not big on stereotyping so keeping his body in shape isn’t for others, it’s for himself. Being jam packed with muscle mass isn’t a strong suit he cares to see through. When Zachary was 14 he woke up with immense pain in his abdomen. Biting through a few hours he remained in bed until it was too much to take and he called his father. Which resulted in an immediate trip to the doctor’s office. Almost being sent home by one doctor, Marcase was lucky to have another one near to ask a simple question of “what’s your favorite food, and could you eat a plate of it right now?” To him it was a stupid question, but proved to be a key into establishing a wrong diagnose. Sending him to the nearest children’s hospital where he was found to have an inflamed appendix. Had he let it slide no more then a few hours he would be dead. After the operating room and recovery room Zachary was assigned an open room. From this event he got a nice permanent scar on his right side. Minus the occasional cuts and bruises one might get, along with sporadic broken knuckles from fist to a wall contact, Marcase doesn’t own any cool stories along with grotesque scars. His wardrobe includes various band tees, polos, dress shirts, and pretty much whatever catches his eye when he’s dragged out on a shopping adventure. Not fond of name brands, he wears what he wants. And everyone knows he wears it well.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Marital Status: Relationship : Autumn Taylor.
Character Academics:
Classes:
[English 12]
[AP Physics]
[Photography]
[Psychology]
[Free Period]
[Calculus]
[Statistics]
[Advanced Art]
Sports: Track and Field.
Activities: None.
Clique: The Brains.
About your Character:
Personality : Zach’s personality allows him to be quite funny without purposely striving for it. He often uses his humor to cheer up friends, although he is highly capable of being serious when the time calls for it. He doesn’t believe that things happen for a reason, because to him there are always shades of grey. Not everything is in black and white. Though he’d much rather take the world as it is, not what the media shoves down a person’s throat. Marcase hardly ever watches the news for that exact reason. Too much fear pumped across to families sitting in their living rooms with TV dinners. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t catch his share of television shows. Probably too many for it often takes over study time. Zachary doesn’t really need to study, should is another story. Zach is very intelligent when it comes to retaining information. His father always figured his son had some sort of photographic memory, for he had the ability to remember details most over look. This doesn’t help with his love for movies. For he can remember almost to the last detail of a room, or person if asked. Which makes watching movies for a second time a boring feat for him, unless it was one he really enjoyed. His knack for remembering doesn’t excuse him from his own blunders in judgment of time.
He enjoys creating art. Not for the beauty and the applause, but simply the effect of creating something. His love of movies also seeps into his creative mind. Writing screenplays and scripts in his free time, or when a teacher’s ramblings have just become too long to force attention. He’s often got scolded for doodles within his notes, but seeing as to he still obtains good grades it’s never been a huge problem. Zach doesn’t enjoy being labeled and when it comes right down to it, he’s never really labeled anyone else. Those in their respective clicks did that on their own, and if they wish to keep the tradition alive they get their just rewards.
If confronted Marcase usually keeps a cool head about him. Too often he’ll crack a joke that might make the other person feel inferior, which results in a swift punch to the jaw. In that case, Zachary will still hold back from returning the blow. He’s not one of those “make love not war” it just comes down to the simple question of “do I want to chance breaking the little bones in my hand?” Usually, if he’s lucky there are plenty of hard surfaces to make that decision a little easier. If anything Zach isn’t the typical smart guy. He doesn’t sit back at let others humor themselves on the fact he has a higher GPA. He’s quite happy with who he is, and where he’s at. This means he’s usually smiling.
Likes:
+ Friends and family.
+ Running.
+ Parties.
+ Music, concerts, live bands.
+ Rain.
+ Horror Movies
Dislikes:
- Bees.
- Jocks.
- Liars.
- Cheaters.
- Hypocrites.
Strengths:
+ Very positive.
+ Sense of humor.
+ Responsibility.
+ Honest.
+ Dependable.
Weaknesses:
- Trusting.
- Truthfull.
- Attitude.
- OCD.
- Girlfriend.
Hobbies: Zach mostly enjoys being around people he’s comfortable with, such as his closest friends. When he can’t be out with them, he enjoys drawing. If he’s alone, there’s a good possibility that headphones are in his ears listening to the various music types he’s managed to accumulate. He’s not really the type of guy that puts sections of his life aside for hobbies.
Family: After losing a battle to lung cancer, Juliet Hart passed away when Zach was younger, leaving his father to step up and not only provide for his son, but to care for him. Working as a PR for a production company, he made sure Zach had everything he needed to get by. Being the only parent in Zach's life, they created a bond that was not only parental, but a friendship.
Another important family member is Zach's albino snake, whom he had to rename after his girlfriend began calling it 'Marshmellow'. Keeping it in the house, he rarely gets to let it out without complaints from Autumn.
History:
Character Extras:
Celebrity: Quinto , Zachary
Canon or Original: Both.
Finishing Up:
Sample Post:
Fingers firmly wrapped around the steering wheel keeping the Impala on a steady straight. Foot pressed down on the gas. The distinct roar of the engine echoed through the cab as the sleek black body accelerated. Eyes focused on the road ahead of him. The dashed yellow lines that separated lanes rushed pass quickly but subconscious still continued trying to count them. In that moment it seemed to calm the anxious feeling within his chest. Glance shifted to his right. His older brother lay reclined in the passenger seat. Agony tainted his face making the whole tough guy act useless. It was relevant that the blade which had pierced clean through his shoulder blade had done a hell of a number to his toleration for pain. Crimson stained Dean’s white t-shirt. Green eyes winced as they looked over the slouched form beside him. Burgundy oozed down the side of the leather upholstery. It had a gleam to it which made Sam twitch. He hated seeing his brother like this. Intention once again turned to getting to the hospital as fast as he could. Pedal dropped down giving the classic car the full range of the deserted road.
While Alex and Dean carried on a conversation the youngest Winchester remained silent. It wasn’t that he didn’t belong in the conversation, which in a way he didn’t, there just wasn’t much for him to say. Tongue grazed over his bottom lip as he lifted his shoulders slightly allowing his neck to give way to a popping sound. His muscles were tense and ached with the day’s previous happenings weighing them down. Lungs inhaled deeply. Hand’s slipped off from their tight grip lessening the hold. Nerves were tingling with doubt and apprehension. Vision searched for a road sign of some kind telling him how much further he had. Mind desperately tried to think of anything that would keep his glance from falling over his broken brother. Hand left the helm rubbing the side of his eye lightly before returning to its previous position.
Eye caught glimpse of the square blue sign marked with a capitol H. The Impala veered over into the lane that merged with the exit. No blinker was turned on, Sam was to detached to revert to common rules of the road. Besides there weren’t many other cars to warn. Engine revved as hands turned the wheel hugging the curve. "I just… I thought I heard a tie rod rattling… Sammy are you losing power or anything I thought I heard something.” Tightened jaw relaxed into a small smile followed by a laugh. Even when injured Dean still managed to worry about the car in his younger brother’s hands. Foot once again pushed on the gas as the car came out of the turn. “No Dean, car’s running just fine… wait, I can‘t brake… Oh god I can’t break!” Terrified features clung to his face as he turned toward his brother. Quickly his face became still as eyebrow arched slighting, “shut up and let me drive.” There was an annoyed tone about his words but it was covered by the sarcasm. Laugh escaped his lips as Dean shot him a signature “I hate you right now” glare.
Returning his attention to the street Sam noted the hospital straight ahead of him. Tires of the Impala ate up the asphalt as it drew closer to the entrance of the hospital parking lot. Hands rotated the steering wheel once again pulling into the semi-empty parking lot. Eyes searched for a parking spot located close to the door in hopes of eliminating Dean trying to be macho and walking the entire distance of the lot. Catching glimpse of one Sam maneuvered the muscle car in-between the white lines. Putting it in park Sam cut the engine. Green orbs looked from Alex to Dean. Attention caught glimpse of the double doors leading into the emergency room, “What’s the story we’re going with?”
Driver’s side door opened as his form pushed up and stepped out onto the asphalt. Hand caught the door slamming it shut. The force behind it was harsh and unintentional. Navy denim limbs quickly carried him around the front of the Impala slowing as he reached the opened passenger door. Alex had already exited the car and was working on getting Dean situated to move. His body leaned on her as she steadily pulled him out of the automobile. He of course tried to do most of it on his own. Even when the excruciating pain showed through his face he refused to take it lying down. Dean was a man who would much rather bite down hard withstanding the pain then let someone else help him out.
Dean stumbled slightly but caught his balance. Younger brother leaned down ignoring whatever look Dean was surely giving him for intervening with his tough guy moment. Surprisingly Dean gave in to the offer of help. Lifting his arm slowly up over his shoulder Sam stooped a bit lower. Not wanting the obvious difference in height to affect how much strain was given to the arm. When his older brother was completely stable on his feet Sam reached back with his free hand shutting the door. Glance returned forward spotting the rush already headed in their direction. Interns, they always did love to call dibs on a bloody body.
It seemed that just as soon as they had gotten to the trio the interns already had Dean on a gurney rolling him down the elongated hallway. Sam’s body followed behind keeping up with the quickened pace the doctors carried. "What happened here?" “I found him outside the hotel…” Hand shot up running through his hair slowly falling down his face. Eyes broke away from the group of scrubs pushing his brother perceiving the surroundings of the hospital. By the looks of it they had chosen a night when the ER was backed up. People sat awaiting treatment for non-lethal injuries. Along with attending rushing around claiming patients as their own. Attention was brought back as a nurse rushing past jammed him in the side. Shifting he stepped out of her way with no thank you received. Slight annoyance stirred in the younger Winchester as eyes followed as she turned down another hallway. "Vitals 90, BP 130 over 70, Respiratory 25, Temperature- 97o…" Worry was making him agitated. Not to mention the uncanny feeling Sam got when he was in a hospital. Dealing with the things his family hunted a building shouldn’t have had such an effect on a Winchester but when it came to hospitals Sam couldn’t shake the feeling Death was right behind him.
"That's enough Erik… get the lead out. He's gonna need a chest tube, type screen, c panel, CBC, blood gas and toxicology screen. And can someone show his friends to chairs?" Sam didn’t want to be escorted to the waiting room he was fine standing right there. He would have waited in that exact spot until the end of his brother’s operation if he could have. Weight shifted as he turned in the direction the doctor had pointed only to be stopped by his name. "Sammy?" Turning back toward his brother frame leaned against the railing of the gurney. "You take care of her while they fix me up ok?" Sam nodded letting a small smile slide past the feeling of apprehension. It wasn’t his normal joke in the light of danger routine. Something in his voice was serious as if concerned for someone else other then him and his younger brother.
Form was returning to Alex as the voice from the young intern walking behind him spoke up. “I’m really sorry, but you’re not allowed to be in here right now. Let me show you two to the waiting area…” Riled glance went to Alex for a brief moment before legs followed the steps of the attending. Both hunters weren’t ones who could just simply wait around for answers or at least Sam wasn’t. Perhaps it was due to being near Dean for so long but Sam’s normal patience level had significantly diminished since his college days. The two were dropped off in the waiting room to do just that, wait. After a few moments Sam turned back to Alex, "Alex, you ok?" “Hmm?… Yeah…” Her tone caught Sam in a smile again as he lifted his head slightly, “Uhm, you just smeared blood across your forehead. Why don't you go wash up. I'll be right here." She nodded towards him in agreement flashing a smile as her form turned to find the nearest bathroom.
Even in a room full of chairs Sam didn’t feel the urge to sit. He couldn’t. Knowing Dean was somewhere behind the red line going under the knife had him stressed out. Digits found themselves running through his hair once again as he paced the floor. Hospitals always had freaked him out, even when he was the chubby 12 year old. Eyes ran back and forth from the clock to the hallway they’d taken Dean down. “Excuse me sir,” breaking the routine Sam’s glance turned to a nurse seated behind the nurse’s station. Looking to his left he questioned if it was him she was talking to. When he noted no one there he turned toward her. “Yeah?” “Do you mind taking a seat, your constant pacing is making the people waiting uneasy,” eyes drifted across the small waiting room filled with empty chairs, “…not to mention getting on my nerves.” She reminded him of Missouri. Her voice held the same overbearing tone to it and there was a good chance she would have hurt him with something if he didn’t comply. Giving in his frame found rest in a chair, good distance from the nurse. Looking down jade orbs fell upon the linoleum floors. Fingers ran across his forehead as he desperately tried to think of anything else but what was going on just beyond the doors.
Slender fingers ran over his shoulder, Alex had returned from washing clean the blood. Neck turned slightly as she gave a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder blade. Sam didn’t want to be the over worried younger brother but he couldn’t help it. Silence was all that was shared between the two as they continued their wait. The sight of the doctor heading their way caught Alex’s attention, who lightly tapped on Sam’s back. Looking up he registered the doctor’s words. Gaining footing he stood straight up and headed toward where the doctor had pointed. His pace was slow. Turning the corner into the room he was met with the sight he didn’t want to see. Yes, Dean was fine but his body was hooked to machines and he laid their motionless. Hand gripped the edge of the bed as eyes glanced over his brother then to the monitoring machine to his right. The youngest had no idea what the numbers on the machine meant but they still held his interest momentarily. Even still he couldn’t keep his eyes off his older brother and in that instant he didn’t want to be in the room. Turning into a few steps he was met with Alex entering the room and he paused. Sam needed to keep it together, he was stronger then this he didn’t need to walk away.
Movement stirred from behind him followed by Dean’s try at breaking the silence. "Dude...that one guy on the left....looks like Goose from Top Gun." Taking steps back toward his brother’s bedside brow arched to the random comment. "How much morphine have you had?" "You know...he's right. He does kind of look like Goose." Sam’s glance darted to Alex who was staring the same direction as his older brother. Olive eyes moved to the group of doctors. Nothing. "I don't know what happened down in that basement, but, you're both on crack." “Sammy.” Female figure walked toward him her hands squeezed against his cheeks making him stare at the man in question. That’s when it clicked, “…Woah.” Doctor came toward the trio checking the papers in hand. "Well, vitals look good and strong. There weren't any complications during…” His words trailed off as he took note of the three just starring intently as him. Right off he knew what was holding them so fascinated. "You'll be fine...and remember... 'There's two O's in, Goose, boys. Don't worry I get it all the time." Sam let a small laugh escape his nervous exterior as he looked back toward the other hunters. The need to leave the room still lingered so he decided he’d go to the cafeteria. “I’m going to go hit up the coffee, anything else I should get?”
Quote: Rain.
Name: Logan McCoy
Years of Roleplaying: Five years.
Any Other Characters on this Site? No.
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Character Basics:
Name: Zachary Edward Marcase
Nickname(s): Zach
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Gender: Male
Weight: 167 lbs.
Height: 6'1"
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Tattoos/Piercings: None
Scars/Birth Marks: Appendix scar.
Physical Appearance: Zach’s stature is tall and lanky. Although he does sport some muscle he’s clearly not football material. His lower limbs are the most worked of his body, with the constant practice and drilling of the track coach. Marcase is a typical male teen and with the help of a high metabolism he eats what he wants. He’s not big on stereotyping so keeping his body in shape isn’t for others, it’s for himself. Being jam packed with muscle mass isn’t a strong suit he cares to see through. When Zachary was 14 he woke up with immense pain in his abdomen. Biting through a few hours he remained in bed until it was too much to take and he called his father. Which resulted in an immediate trip to the doctor’s office. Almost being sent home by one doctor, Marcase was lucky to have another one near to ask a simple question of “what’s your favorite food, and could you eat a plate of it right now?” To him it was a stupid question, but proved to be a key into establishing a wrong diagnose. Sending him to the nearest children’s hospital where he was found to have an inflamed appendix. Had he let it slide no more then a few hours he would be dead. After the operating room and recovery room Zachary was assigned an open room. From this event he got a nice permanent scar on his right side. Minus the occasional cuts and bruises one might get, along with sporadic broken knuckles from fist to a wall contact, Marcase doesn’t own any cool stories along with grotesque scars. His wardrobe includes various band tees, polos, dress shirts, and pretty much whatever catches his eye when he’s dragged out on a shopping adventure. Not fond of name brands, he wears what he wants. And everyone knows he wears it well.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Marital Status: Relationship : Autumn Taylor.
Character Academics:
Classes:
[English 12]
[AP Physics]
[Photography]
[Psychology]
[Free Period]
[Calculus]
[Statistics]
[Advanced Art]
Sports: Track and Field.
Activities: None.
Clique: The Brains.
About your Character:
Personality : Zach’s personality allows him to be quite funny without purposely striving for it. He often uses his humor to cheer up friends, although he is highly capable of being serious when the time calls for it. He doesn’t believe that things happen for a reason, because to him there are always shades of grey. Not everything is in black and white. Though he’d much rather take the world as it is, not what the media shoves down a person’s throat. Marcase hardly ever watches the news for that exact reason. Too much fear pumped across to families sitting in their living rooms with TV dinners. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t catch his share of television shows. Probably too many for it often takes over study time. Zachary doesn’t really need to study, should is another story. Zach is very intelligent when it comes to retaining information. His father always figured his son had some sort of photographic memory, for he had the ability to remember details most over look. This doesn’t help with his love for movies. For he can remember almost to the last detail of a room, or person if asked. Which makes watching movies for a second time a boring feat for him, unless it was one he really enjoyed. His knack for remembering doesn’t excuse him from his own blunders in judgment of time.
He enjoys creating art. Not for the beauty and the applause, but simply the effect of creating something. His love of movies also seeps into his creative mind. Writing screenplays and scripts in his free time, or when a teacher’s ramblings have just become too long to force attention. He’s often got scolded for doodles within his notes, but seeing as to he still obtains good grades it’s never been a huge problem. Zach doesn’t enjoy being labeled and when it comes right down to it, he’s never really labeled anyone else. Those in their respective clicks did that on their own, and if they wish to keep the tradition alive they get their just rewards.
If confronted Marcase usually keeps a cool head about him. Too often he’ll crack a joke that might make the other person feel inferior, which results in a swift punch to the jaw. In that case, Zachary will still hold back from returning the blow. He’s not one of those “make love not war” it just comes down to the simple question of “do I want to chance breaking the little bones in my hand?” Usually, if he’s lucky there are plenty of hard surfaces to make that decision a little easier. If anything Zach isn’t the typical smart guy. He doesn’t sit back at let others humor themselves on the fact he has a higher GPA. He’s quite happy with who he is, and where he’s at. This means he’s usually smiling.
Likes:
+ Friends and family.
+ Running.
+ Parties.
+ Music, concerts, live bands.
+ Rain.
+ Horror Movies
Dislikes:
- Bees.
- Jocks.
- Liars.
- Cheaters.
- Hypocrites.
Strengths:
+ Very positive.
+ Sense of humor.
+ Responsibility.
+ Honest.
+ Dependable.
Weaknesses:
- Trusting.
- Truthfull.
- Attitude.
- OCD.
- Girlfriend.
Hobbies: Zach mostly enjoys being around people he’s comfortable with, such as his closest friends. When he can’t be out with them, he enjoys drawing. If he’s alone, there’s a good possibility that headphones are in his ears listening to the various music types he’s managed to accumulate. He’s not really the type of guy that puts sections of his life aside for hobbies.
Family: After losing a battle to lung cancer, Juliet Hart passed away when Zach was younger, leaving his father to step up and not only provide for his son, but to care for him. Working as a PR for a production company, he made sure Zach had everything he needed to get by. Being the only parent in Zach's life, they created a bond that was not only parental, but a friendship.
Another important family member is Zach's albino snake, whom he had to rename after his girlfriend began calling it 'Marshmellow'. Keeping it in the house, he rarely gets to let it out without complaints from Autumn.
History:
Character Extras:
Celebrity: Quinto , Zachary
Canon or Original: Both.
Finishing Up:
Sample Post:
Fingers firmly wrapped around the steering wheel keeping the Impala on a steady straight. Foot pressed down on the gas. The distinct roar of the engine echoed through the cab as the sleek black body accelerated. Eyes focused on the road ahead of him. The dashed yellow lines that separated lanes rushed pass quickly but subconscious still continued trying to count them. In that moment it seemed to calm the anxious feeling within his chest. Glance shifted to his right. His older brother lay reclined in the passenger seat. Agony tainted his face making the whole tough guy act useless. It was relevant that the blade which had pierced clean through his shoulder blade had done a hell of a number to his toleration for pain. Crimson stained Dean’s white t-shirt. Green eyes winced as they looked over the slouched form beside him. Burgundy oozed down the side of the leather upholstery. It had a gleam to it which made Sam twitch. He hated seeing his brother like this. Intention once again turned to getting to the hospital as fast as he could. Pedal dropped down giving the classic car the full range of the deserted road.
While Alex and Dean carried on a conversation the youngest Winchester remained silent. It wasn’t that he didn’t belong in the conversation, which in a way he didn’t, there just wasn’t much for him to say. Tongue grazed over his bottom lip as he lifted his shoulders slightly allowing his neck to give way to a popping sound. His muscles were tense and ached with the day’s previous happenings weighing them down. Lungs inhaled deeply. Hand’s slipped off from their tight grip lessening the hold. Nerves were tingling with doubt and apprehension. Vision searched for a road sign of some kind telling him how much further he had. Mind desperately tried to think of anything that would keep his glance from falling over his broken brother. Hand left the helm rubbing the side of his eye lightly before returning to its previous position.
Eye caught glimpse of the square blue sign marked with a capitol H. The Impala veered over into the lane that merged with the exit. No blinker was turned on, Sam was to detached to revert to common rules of the road. Besides there weren’t many other cars to warn. Engine revved as hands turned the wheel hugging the curve. "I just… I thought I heard a tie rod rattling… Sammy are you losing power or anything I thought I heard something.” Tightened jaw relaxed into a small smile followed by a laugh. Even when injured Dean still managed to worry about the car in his younger brother’s hands. Foot once again pushed on the gas as the car came out of the turn. “No Dean, car’s running just fine… wait, I can‘t brake… Oh god I can’t break!” Terrified features clung to his face as he turned toward his brother. Quickly his face became still as eyebrow arched slighting, “shut up and let me drive.” There was an annoyed tone about his words but it was covered by the sarcasm. Laugh escaped his lips as Dean shot him a signature “I hate you right now” glare.
Returning his attention to the street Sam noted the hospital straight ahead of him. Tires of the Impala ate up the asphalt as it drew closer to the entrance of the hospital parking lot. Hands rotated the steering wheel once again pulling into the semi-empty parking lot. Eyes searched for a parking spot located close to the door in hopes of eliminating Dean trying to be macho and walking the entire distance of the lot. Catching glimpse of one Sam maneuvered the muscle car in-between the white lines. Putting it in park Sam cut the engine. Green orbs looked from Alex to Dean. Attention caught glimpse of the double doors leading into the emergency room, “What’s the story we’re going with?”
Driver’s side door opened as his form pushed up and stepped out onto the asphalt. Hand caught the door slamming it shut. The force behind it was harsh and unintentional. Navy denim limbs quickly carried him around the front of the Impala slowing as he reached the opened passenger door. Alex had already exited the car and was working on getting Dean situated to move. His body leaned on her as she steadily pulled him out of the automobile. He of course tried to do most of it on his own. Even when the excruciating pain showed through his face he refused to take it lying down. Dean was a man who would much rather bite down hard withstanding the pain then let someone else help him out.
Dean stumbled slightly but caught his balance. Younger brother leaned down ignoring whatever look Dean was surely giving him for intervening with his tough guy moment. Surprisingly Dean gave in to the offer of help. Lifting his arm slowly up over his shoulder Sam stooped a bit lower. Not wanting the obvious difference in height to affect how much strain was given to the arm. When his older brother was completely stable on his feet Sam reached back with his free hand shutting the door. Glance returned forward spotting the rush already headed in their direction. Interns, they always did love to call dibs on a bloody body.
It seemed that just as soon as they had gotten to the trio the interns already had Dean on a gurney rolling him down the elongated hallway. Sam’s body followed behind keeping up with the quickened pace the doctors carried. "What happened here?" “I found him outside the hotel…” Hand shot up running through his hair slowly falling down his face. Eyes broke away from the group of scrubs pushing his brother perceiving the surroundings of the hospital. By the looks of it they had chosen a night when the ER was backed up. People sat awaiting treatment for non-lethal injuries. Along with attending rushing around claiming patients as their own. Attention was brought back as a nurse rushing past jammed him in the side. Shifting he stepped out of her way with no thank you received. Slight annoyance stirred in the younger Winchester as eyes followed as she turned down another hallway. "Vitals 90, BP 130 over 70, Respiratory 25, Temperature- 97o…" Worry was making him agitated. Not to mention the uncanny feeling Sam got when he was in a hospital. Dealing with the things his family hunted a building shouldn’t have had such an effect on a Winchester but when it came to hospitals Sam couldn’t shake the feeling Death was right behind him.
"That's enough Erik… get the lead out. He's gonna need a chest tube, type screen, c panel, CBC, blood gas and toxicology screen. And can someone show his friends to chairs?" Sam didn’t want to be escorted to the waiting room he was fine standing right there. He would have waited in that exact spot until the end of his brother’s operation if he could have. Weight shifted as he turned in the direction the doctor had pointed only to be stopped by his name. "Sammy?" Turning back toward his brother frame leaned against the railing of the gurney. "You take care of her while they fix me up ok?" Sam nodded letting a small smile slide past the feeling of apprehension. It wasn’t his normal joke in the light of danger routine. Something in his voice was serious as if concerned for someone else other then him and his younger brother.
Form was returning to Alex as the voice from the young intern walking behind him spoke up. “I’m really sorry, but you’re not allowed to be in here right now. Let me show you two to the waiting area…” Riled glance went to Alex for a brief moment before legs followed the steps of the attending. Both hunters weren’t ones who could just simply wait around for answers or at least Sam wasn’t. Perhaps it was due to being near Dean for so long but Sam’s normal patience level had significantly diminished since his college days. The two were dropped off in the waiting room to do just that, wait. After a few moments Sam turned back to Alex, "Alex, you ok?" “Hmm?… Yeah…” Her tone caught Sam in a smile again as he lifted his head slightly, “Uhm, you just smeared blood across your forehead. Why don't you go wash up. I'll be right here." She nodded towards him in agreement flashing a smile as her form turned to find the nearest bathroom.
Even in a room full of chairs Sam didn’t feel the urge to sit. He couldn’t. Knowing Dean was somewhere behind the red line going under the knife had him stressed out. Digits found themselves running through his hair once again as he paced the floor. Hospitals always had freaked him out, even when he was the chubby 12 year old. Eyes ran back and forth from the clock to the hallway they’d taken Dean down. “Excuse me sir,” breaking the routine Sam’s glance turned to a nurse seated behind the nurse’s station. Looking to his left he questioned if it was him she was talking to. When he noted no one there he turned toward her. “Yeah?” “Do you mind taking a seat, your constant pacing is making the people waiting uneasy,” eyes drifted across the small waiting room filled with empty chairs, “…not to mention getting on my nerves.” She reminded him of Missouri. Her voice held the same overbearing tone to it and there was a good chance she would have hurt him with something if he didn’t comply. Giving in his frame found rest in a chair, good distance from the nurse. Looking down jade orbs fell upon the linoleum floors. Fingers ran across his forehead as he desperately tried to think of anything else but what was going on just beyond the doors.
Slender fingers ran over his shoulder, Alex had returned from washing clean the blood. Neck turned slightly as she gave a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder blade. Sam didn’t want to be the over worried younger brother but he couldn’t help it. Silence was all that was shared between the two as they continued their wait. The sight of the doctor heading their way caught Alex’s attention, who lightly tapped on Sam’s back. Looking up he registered the doctor’s words. Gaining footing he stood straight up and headed toward where the doctor had pointed. His pace was slow. Turning the corner into the room he was met with the sight he didn’t want to see. Yes, Dean was fine but his body was hooked to machines and he laid their motionless. Hand gripped the edge of the bed as eyes glanced over his brother then to the monitoring machine to his right. The youngest had no idea what the numbers on the machine meant but they still held his interest momentarily. Even still he couldn’t keep his eyes off his older brother and in that instant he didn’t want to be in the room. Turning into a few steps he was met with Alex entering the room and he paused. Sam needed to keep it together, he was stronger then this he didn’t need to walk away.
Movement stirred from behind him followed by Dean’s try at breaking the silence. "Dude...that one guy on the left....looks like Goose from Top Gun." Taking steps back toward his brother’s bedside brow arched to the random comment. "How much morphine have you had?" "You know...he's right. He does kind of look like Goose." Sam’s glance darted to Alex who was staring the same direction as his older brother. Olive eyes moved to the group of doctors. Nothing. "I don't know what happened down in that basement, but, you're both on crack." “Sammy.” Female figure walked toward him her hands squeezed against his cheeks making him stare at the man in question. That’s when it clicked, “…Woah.” Doctor came toward the trio checking the papers in hand. "Well, vitals look good and strong. There weren't any complications during…” His words trailed off as he took note of the three just starring intently as him. Right off he knew what was holding them so fascinated. "You'll be fine...and remember... 'There's two O's in, Goose, boys. Don't worry I get it all the time." Sam let a small laugh escape his nervous exterior as he looked back toward the other hunters. The need to leave the room still lingered so he decided he’d go to the cafeteria. “I’m going to go hit up the coffee, anything else I should get?”
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