forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Blake groaned, not understanding a word the doctor said. "C-A-N Y-O-U H-E-L-P H-I-M?" Blake spelled it out, praying the doctor would understand.

"Haha!" the doctor laughed, "I was just messing with you. No, I do not know about purple-eye dead boy's fate."

The man nodded and dropped his barrier frantically running down the hall trying to compose himself. Frankie was scared now. She picked up her phone and called Blake. She needed to know he was alright. And possibly ask him for a bit of help too.

Blake punched the wall as hard as he could, his eyes blazing. "I'm not here to play games! My friend's life is in danger! His name is Ace. He's not some purple eyed dead boy because he is alive. And he will stay alive." Blake was seething with hardly contained rage. "You will take me to the doctors deciding his fate and you will do so now. Or else I will not hesitate to beat you to a bloody pulp." He hissed, clenching and unclenching his fists. There was a sort of unhinged look to Blake at the moment, his hair a mess, his eyes wild, his feathers ruffled, and he bared his teeth like a rabid animal.

The doctor paled, "Right. Right." he motioned for Blake to follow him and started walking towards the decision-room.

Blake hurried after the doctor, sick to his stomach with worry for Ace. I promise I'll figure this out. I'll get you out of here alive, Ace. No matter what it takes.

The doctor knocked and the door was opened by another doctor.

Blake hurried after the doctor, sick to his stomach with worry for Ace. I promise I'll figure this out. I'll get you out of here alive, Ace. No matter what it takes.

Aw

Blake awkwardly waved, unsure of how to act now that he'd made it this far.

"Is he here for the purple-eyed dead boy?" the doctor asked. The French doctor started sweating, "Don't call Ace that."

Blake kept his mouth in a hardened line, narrowing his eyes. He was more scared than anything, but if it took acting like a soldier to get through to these people then so be it.

The doctor nodded and beckoned for Blake to come. "We will tell you."

Blake let out a relieved sigh, walking into the conference-like discussion room. He grew nervous, but held his ground and squared his shoulders.

The head doctor spoke up, "Ace will need more surgery. For now, he is fine. In fact, if Dr. Lafontaine hadn't made that snip, Ace wouldn't have survived." Dr. Lafontaine blushed, "My daughter made me promise that all my patients have to live."

"For now? How long is for now?" Blake asked, crossing his arms. "And what's the chances he survives the next surgery? You've already cut him open once and now he's being pumped full of drugs." He ranted, his eyes flashing with worry.

"The chance of the surgery being successful is 89%!" The doctors were happy, "It's very big!"

It rang and rang and Frankie started to freak out a bit internally. She had gone home and locked up the house to protect herself. She was worried about the others. The R.A.C. is powerful.

"And that will be it? My brother will be okay?" Blake was wary. Something about this situation was raising red flags in his head.

"Maybe." The doctors talked among themselves.
The French doctor prayed to God and then wiped his sweat, not meeting Blake's face, "The surgery…It will take a long time. You can't be inside the room."

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