Time of Your Life (Willow)

[disturbeddesire]

She came up, exhaling the breath she was holding and making gasps to catch her breath, taking the towel and applying it to her now dull rainbow-hair. She proceeded to dry her face and hair as she walked back towards the table, happy to take a seat. She wasn't much for the standing bit.

She pulled her hair to the side, rubbing the tresses in her hands with the towel, looking up at him as he wrote. He wasn't so bad when he got into his work, she supposed, but she still had that deep hate of doctors that kept nagging at her but was slightly suppressed by her interest in the shirt-less Doctor Cross before her. She had to admit, a doctor had never removed his shirt in front of her, or even their lab coat. She smiled at the thought and set the towel down, watching and waiting for the next test, though she soon found herself wondering how many test he wanted to place upon her exactly.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}"Alright. I have three tests left, then we can get back on with life." He said, walking back over and sitting his clipboard back down and reaching into his bag. He pulled out a satchel and laid it on the table. It was filled to the brim with needles for every occasion. Every size, every shape, every gauge. It’s like he was prepared for EVERYTHING. However, though it was a common fear, he wasn’t really expecting much of a good fear response out of it. Slowly, he pulled out a smaller needle and turned back towards her.

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She nodded. Good, three more tests and she was done. And she could move on with her life, as he said. Now, she was quite chipper. Almost smiley. She tilted her head to the side slightly and when he turned around, she felt fear ebb deep into her heart. She instantly cowered, jumping down from the table and moving to the other side, her eyes focused on the needle, never leaving the shapr object.

" Keep that thing away from me! "

She almost screeched, backing farther away from him, fear filled her voice and her eyes. Her skin began to prickle, as if those needles were sticking her. Memories of when she was five struck her memory and she felt her back hit the wall, and she crumbled to the ground, skooting to the corner to try and hide away in the crease fo the walls.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}Evan couldn’t even try to hide the look of shock on his face at her reaction. This had been more what he was looking for. He studied her movements for a moment before returning the needle to its place, closing the satchel and returning it to his bag. Scribbling down a few more notes, he mumbled to himself until he put his pen back down. Then, his eyes wandered back to his bag. No. That test is last. It is sure to get the best response. However, after seeing her reaction to the needles, I’m starting to wonder what the toll on her will be. He thought, a smirk crossing his face. This subject is fascinating. Much better than the others I’ve run tests on. I shall have to study her further.

Finally, he turned toward a small door, walking over until he was in arms reach of the knob. By now, he had figured out that she was at least smart enough to know when she needed to be by where he was standing. “Don’t fret any longer, The needles are gone.” He said in his unintentionally cold, focused voice.

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A quick glance up told her fretting mind that he was telling the truth, her blue eyes searching the room for the sharp needles, shifting uneasily as she willed her body to stand, keeping her body pressed against the wall as she looked about, slowly moving towards him.

Once she was sure the needles were truly gone, she stood fully, looking towards him and blinking slightly. She rubbed her arms slightly, still a bit fearful of the needles as she looked towards him, now the tests were starting to bother her. What else was he going to do? Hold knives and other sharp objects in front of her? She only had one way of knowing.

She stiffened her back, pushing her lengthy hair back and pausing a moment to pull it up and into a bun to move it from her face before she let him continue on with his tests. Once she finished with her hair, she crossed her arms over her chest.

" I don't think I like these tests anymore, Dr. Cross. "

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She said, furrowing her brows and looking clearly upset, but she knew that would't bother him, he would continue with his tests, and she would be able to stop him.[/blockquote]

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}“I would be surprised if you did. Step into the closet.” He said as he opened the door into the tiny closet for her. He wanted to get through this almost as much as she did, but once he started, he had to finish. Once she was in the closet, he closed the door and listened quickly for any changes in breath, panic sounds or other fear indicators. Though, he didn’t figure it likely that he would hear any, but this test set the stage for the final one. The one that might actually cause some trouble.

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Willow sighed and obeyed, the quicker she got through these, the faster she got back to her Ward. She stepped into the closest and turned in time to have the door shut in her face. Darkness surrounded her. She blinked, letting her eyes adjust and began to feel around, getting her bearings. Sure, darkness and closed spaces bothered her, but wouldnt it bother pretty much anyone?

She sighed, leaning against the door and knocking slightly.

" I don't think this test is a success..

She said through the piece of wood, her eyes focused on the blackness of the closed closet. She wished he would open the door so she could finish her last test...


ooc; that last post before this one, you can tell how tired i was xD

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}

"One final test." He called, walking back to his bag. Making sure that she wasn't peeking out, he pulled a revolver out of his bag and walked back to the door. This was likely to get a good reaction, but it could also get him hurt. So, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he leaned up against the door and pulled the trigger.

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Willow could hear him moving and when he said it was time for her final test, she was a bit confused. Wouldn't she need to be out there with him to finish her tests? She knew there were a million tests out there. But what could he want to test that would require her to be behind a door? She continued to rack her brain for an example when the pressure against the door was pushed against her and she knew he was leaning against the door like she was. She blinked, pushing her wet rainbow hair behind her ear as she listened. Her heart thrummed in her chest as she waited.

The shot fired and it took her a moment to realize what had exactly happened and where the sound came from but when the word Gun crossed her mind she felt the fear from earlier, but this one was more consuming and struck fear into her heart. She knew what these weapons could do. She pushed back away from the door, unable to even scream from her fear. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, almost as if it was ready to burst. Her bright blue eyes stared at the door as she backed towards the back of the closet. There was no where to go, she couldn't escape the guns. There was nothing she could do but drown in her fear.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}

He felt her push against the door, but heard no sound. True fear. He stepped away from the door and reached to open it. Was that a good idea? This patient had Impulse Control issues. In a truly fearful state like this, she could seriously hurt him. Still... For the sake of the test, he had to. Maybe though it would be better to sat the gun down before hand? Yes. That would result in minimal injury. Slowly he inched away from the door, sat the weapon down, and returned to the door. This was it. No turning back. Quickly, he pulled the door open and moved away so she could escape.

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The door cracked open and then opened fully and her instincts or was it just her control disorder? She would never know, she just knew she had to escape. Willow stood up almost immediately. A part of her mind told her to stay away, there was a gun or even more guns out there and she could end up like the patients at the institute she grew up at. Dead. Biting her lip, she grabbed the metal rod that was just above her head and she moved forward silent.

Stepping out, she looked around and then she saw him, a little behind the door and she struck. Hitting him in his leg and then coming around of another whack, smacking him in his shoulder before she threw the rod away and ran for the door. Franticly, she moved and grasped the door nob. Nothing. She turned it again, a bit more franticly but remembered he had locked it. Cursing, she turned and pressed her back against the door. Now, he was probably mad and a mad doctor wasn't a good doctor..

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}

The first hit drop him to a knee. The second hit threw him back into the wall. The still shirtless doctor laid there against the wall for a moment before even attempting to move, almost as if the impact has knocked him for a loop. A groan emitted from his throat as he tried to get up. However, since he hit a stud in the wall, and hard, he was dizzy, disoriented, and in pain. So instead of getting up like he intended, he just fell forward back to the ground. "You certainly aren't weak..." He managed to get out, trying again to get up. Once again he failed and decided to just prop himself up on his elbows.

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Willow looked at him. She hadn't even realized she had hit him so hard. But, that wasn't really her concern now. Right now she wanted to get away from the gun. But as she looked around, there was no sign of the gun. She knew she heard one, but where was it? Was she going insane now? Had she imagined the sound of the gun? Was her over-active mind playing tricks on her? She didn't know, but what she did know, was that she was in no danger anymore. She gun had disappeared. The one thing that helped her get her mind off said gun was Dr. Cross laying on his elbows. Was he that hurt?

Willow looked around again before she edged towards him. " Sorry, Dr. Cross. I didn't mean to. Honestly. " She said and did she really not mean to? Or was she lying? She didn't know herself, but she knew that she had never intended on hurting him unless he hurt her first and well, as she thought on it. He had hurt her. Mentally at least, so maybe she did mean to hit him and hurt him? Either way, she apologized and stopped just a few steps away, moving her bangs out of her face again, crouching slightly to be on his level.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}

"Don't apologize. You only proved what I what I was hoping to confirm." He grunted, trying to push himself up again. However, yet again he failed. So he just decided to lay down on his back until he recovered. His blonde hair had come out of his ponytail and was now laid out in a mess on the floor under him. Yet somehow how his messed up hair added to his looks. "That and you proved to me that I should bring my own weapon with me next time."

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Willow eased down onto her knees as he spoke, inching her way up until she was looking over him. She smiled at him and rested her hands on either side of his head, holding her weight up and she couldn't help but think that this was a bit of an odd position that they were in. Not only was she not used to the shirtless doctor thing, now he was splayed out on the floor, long hair and all in a mess. Quite the looker he was.

She laughed at his comment and took a look strand of his hair, some that wasn't under him, and ran her fingers through it, feeling the softness of it, all fear and regret gone from her body as she examined his hair. She was almost mesmerized by the blonde strands as she spoke. " Indeed, Dr. Cross. But, I shall try not to hit you again. " She said, though that was not a promise. With her conditions, she never knew what she would do. Most of the time, she didn't even know if she was going to sling her breakfast at the nearest nurse or slam the head of another patient or even a guard into the brick wall.