[ For Angela it was less about the practices and more about the fact that Moira had blood at all on her. Of course it came out as a blame towards improper care, but the heart of it was a terror that Moira might somehow be at serious risk. ]
Oh please, I care about that too.
[ She made quick work to get to the sink, and started pulling out everything that was needed to hopefully remove whatever risks there were. She rushed in a way that did not hide her concern at all. She was truly frightened for Moira in that moment.]
[ She followed after her, forehead wrinkled as she watched her quick moves, knowing full well what she was like when she tried to hide her own emotions. There was a different focus than what she got when she was simply lost in medicine.
She waits a beat, before using her still clean hand to grab onto Angela's wrist. ]
I didn't get any in my mouth or eyes. We know it's not air borne, but I still didn't breathe any in. I've no open wounds on my face or hands. I'll be fine.
[ It was said in a strict tone, but one that was meant to be more comforting than harsh. There was a moment where her hand lingered, the heat that she'd been feeling having an unexpected surge from the contact, and she swallowed roughly before letting go just as abruptly as she'd gripped on to her. ]
[ The hand on her wrist stilled her quickly, partly from shock and partly from the words that Moira was saying. Deep down she knew that she was right about things. The situation didn't warrant any source of panic.
Her eyes were wide and looked over Moira's face trying to more properly assess the situation. Best to just remain calm and clean her up. While her tone was strict it also was exactly what Angela needed to be comforted. Why did Moira always seem to recognize what she needed.
As she was looking at her, she felt something stir deeply in her and she felt a moment of regret when Moira dropped her wrist. When she spoke her tone was more relaxed, but her eyes remained focused on Moira's.]
Well. At least let's follow protocol to clean you up.
[ There's a certain unease to her when the heat she'd felt didn't seem to calm itself, when the surge she'd felt course through her seemed to stay a steady, pulsing beat. It made her jaw clench for a moment, and she went to grab one of the towels in the mean time to quickly try and focus on wiping the blood from her face.
It smeared, mostly, too thick to get off with just one attempt, and she let out a groan. She couldn't figure out why her head felt so clouded, why her eyes kept lingering on the fellow doctor, and to say the least, Moira did not like not being able to sort out what was going through her own head and body. ]
Have you um - had anyone come into contact with it in the hospital? Do you know if there was any previous reaction reported?
[ Angela could tell something was still off, but she blamed the unease of the situation on a medical basis, oblivious to anything else that was going on. Pulling out vials of cleanser, Angela soaked the towels before leaning up on tip toe to start wiping the mess off of Moira. ]
I found some records, but there is nothing on the matter. That being said, pages had been torn out and certain things are illegible. So if there is something on it, I don't have the information.
But that's why we are doing this research right, to figure it out ourselves.
Genetics. [ It was said dryly, but the humor was still there.
Still, she understood the complaint, and pulled away from her for a moment with a hand raised for Angela to wait. Reaching out to grab one of the stools she'd been sitting on while working, she pulled it over in front of the other doctor, taking a seat so she was at a more reachable height.
And also at a better view of Angela's torso, but she was doing her utmost to ignore that. Something that was proving extremely difficult. ]
So nothing first hand in your exploration. [ Damn. She could feel her face flushing underneath the dark blood, shifting somewhat uncomfortably on the seat already, because - because -
... Oh, lord, this was the wrong time to feel aroused. The absolutely worst time. She swallowed roughly, doing her best to stay focused and ignore this new issue. ]
[ Angela smirked over the comment. Of course that was what she would say. When she took a seat that made everything easier for Angela. She scrubbed at the black blood as gently as she could, but with enough purpose that the skin underneath would definitely turn pink.
When she was satisfied by her face she looked down to her arms and began to disinfect that as well. She wasn't aware that she was doing anything that was particularly arousing, but her top two buttons of her blouse had been left undone and it wouldn't be that hard from her angle to get a particularly good view. ]
It's starting to come off at least. Though you might want to think about a full shower.
[ It wasn't really necessary, but she was doing overkill. ]
I also want to give you and injection that fights off illnesses, just in case.
[ Moira's lips finally parted as she felt her breath starting to come in slightly heavier pants, another rough swallow as she shifted again in her seat. Even as she felt her start to disinfect the rest of her skin, it was hard to not focus on the way that each touch seemed to make her that much hotter, that much more... frustrated, somehow.
There was a moment before she went to yank back, standing again and wondering if she ought to just run for the shower stalls herself. ] Yes. That - that might be a good idea. [ A cold one. A very, very cold one. ] The shower, I mean. I'm not --
[ Except she might be. All of this had started only once the blood had gotten on her skin. Her fist balled tightly, nails digging into the skin some. ] I admit I'm not feeling entirely like myself. I'll - I should shower and then record my thoughts.
[ She had been shocked when Moira suddenly pulled away. That was quickly replaced by concern, because if Moira was acting even remotely concerned than perhaps something was wrong.
The shower was the best idea and Angela nodded.]
Alright, you go over there and I'll bring you fresh linens to dry yourself with. You keep a change of clothing in your office right?
[ She nodded in confirmation, keeping herself slightly more distanced from Angela than was probably needed. She wasn't sure how long she had to scrub at the blood in hopes that maybe the effects would reverse, but she could only hope it didn't take too long.
Undoing her tie, she started to head in the direction of the showers. ]
They're in the bottom left drawer of my desk. Should be easy to find.
[ Angela was not gone that long. She was quick to collect the necessary articles of clothing and towels. She was also quick to grab a syringe filled with something that had worked to help prevent illness for settling in before. It wasn't much, but it boosted the body's immune system with nano robots that improved the ability to fight off whatever might get thrown at it. She had no idea if it would help, or if Moira was even sick enough to need help.
She finally made her way back to the showers and started laying everything out for when Moira was done. She didn't want to wait on the treatment though. To Angela she didn't care at all about seeing Moira naked. Well other than the fact that Moira was only in various states of undress around her when they were sexual with one another.]
[ Moira had been grateful for the brief break, pulling off her clothes quick as she could once in the shower room, turning it on and not bothering for it to warm up. The spray of cold against her skin had made her yelp, but it almost pulled her back to her senses. It was hard to get the drying blood from her skin, even harder when she felt herself throbbing between her legs the way she did.
Her eyes closed for a moment, mind wandering to those days in Zurich, the feel of warm skin against her, face buried in blonde hair --
Nearly jumping out of her skin when the curtain was pulled back, she spun around to look at her, face flushed red as her hair as she gave a huff. ]
You - you shouldn't -- [ She cleared her throat, trying to control herself again. ] Sneak up on people like that.
That's not -- [ The issue, but she's not about to finish that sentence, and instead she goes to stick her arm out from the curtain, no longer under the running water as she does so. She lets her head lean against the shower wall, gazing at Angela through the crack, watching her carefully.
The moment that she feels her hands on her skin, she shivers, a low groan escaping her before she can stop it. ]
[ Angela ignored her for a moment as she focused on her arm. With a quick rub of alcohol and an even faster injection she was done. She knew Moira didn't need to be coddled through an injection.
She disposed of the needle properly before leaning back against the edge of the wall by the shower. ]
[ She wanted to tell her she wouldn't want to know, that she wouldn't care for the answer. As her hand fell back to her side, she rubbed the spot where the injection had been given.
Honesty was best. If this was indeed an illness. ]
Yes. [ It's almost growled, not wanting seeds of doubt about it all. ] I wasn't feeling a single thing until after I got the blood on me. I'm not a teenager who gets flustered whenever some beautiful woman so much as acknowledges her.
It is not silly. [ She huffed, before wiping some of the remaining blood that was stuck to her skin onto one of her hands, reaching out and going to grab onto the bare skin of Angela's arm that was exposed after. ] But fine. See for yourself.
[ The look of abject terror on her face can't be missed. She hadn't really wanted to just dive in like that and she quickly shoves Moira aside enough to get her arm under the water. ]
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Oh please, I care about that too.
[ She made quick work to get to the sink, and started pulling out everything that was needed to hopefully remove whatever risks there were. She rushed in a way that did not hide her concern at all. She was truly frightened for Moira in that moment.]
We don't even know how bad this is yet.
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She waits a beat, before using her still clean hand to grab onto Angela's wrist. ]
I didn't get any in my mouth or eyes. We know it's not air borne, but I still didn't breathe any in. I've no open wounds on my face or hands. I'll be fine.
[ It was said in a strict tone, but one that was meant to be more comforting than harsh. There was a moment where her hand lingered, the heat that she'd been feeling having an unexpected surge from the contact, and she swallowed roughly before letting go just as abruptly as she'd gripped on to her. ]
Don't worry over needless things.
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Her eyes were wide and looked over Moira's face trying to more properly assess the situation. Best to just remain calm and clean her up. While her tone was strict it also was exactly what Angela needed to be comforted. Why did Moira always seem to recognize what she needed.
As she was looking at her, she felt something stir deeply in her and she felt a moment of regret when Moira dropped her wrist. When she spoke her tone was more relaxed, but her eyes remained focused on Moira's.]
Well. At least let's follow protocol to clean you up.
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It smeared, mostly, too thick to get off with just one attempt, and she let out a groan. She couldn't figure out why her head felt so clouded, why her eyes kept lingering on the fellow doctor, and to say the least, Moira did not like not being able to sort out what was going through her own head and body. ]
Have you um - had anyone come into contact with it in the hospital? Do you know if there was any previous reaction reported?
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I found some records, but there is nothing on the matter. That being said, pages had been torn out and certain things are illegible. So if there is something on it, I don't have the information.
But that's why we are doing this research right, to figure it out ourselves.
Why are you so tall.
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Still, she understood the complaint, and pulled away from her for a moment with a hand raised for Angela to wait. Reaching out to grab one of the stools she'd been sitting on while working, she pulled it over in front of the other doctor, taking a seat so she was at a more reachable height.
And also at a better view of Angela's torso, but she was doing her utmost to ignore that. Something that was proving extremely difficult. ]
So nothing first hand in your exploration. [ Damn. She could feel her face flushing underneath the dark blood, shifting somewhat uncomfortably on the seat already, because - because -
... Oh, lord, this was the wrong time to feel aroused. The absolutely worst time. She swallowed roughly, doing her best to stay focused and ignore this new issue. ]
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When she was satisfied by her face she looked down to her arms and began to disinfect that as well. She wasn't aware that she was doing anything that was particularly arousing, but her top two buttons of her blouse had been left undone and it wouldn't be that hard from her angle to get a particularly good view. ]
It's starting to come off at least. Though you might want to think about a full shower.
[ It wasn't really necessary, but she was doing overkill. ]
I also want to give you and injection that fights off illnesses, just in case.
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There was a moment before she went to yank back, standing again and wondering if she ought to just run for the shower stalls herself. ] Yes. That - that might be a good idea. [ A cold one. A very, very cold one. ] The shower, I mean. I'm not --
[ Except she might be. All of this had started only once the blood had gotten on her skin. Her fist balled tightly, nails digging into the skin some. ] I admit I'm not feeling entirely like myself. I'll - I should shower and then record my thoughts.
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The shower was the best idea and Angela nodded.]
Alright, you go over there and I'll bring you fresh linens to dry yourself with. You keep a change of clothing in your office right?
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Undoing her tie, she started to head in the direction of the showers. ]
They're in the bottom left drawer of my desk. Should be easy to find.
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She finally made her way back to the showers and started laying everything out for when Moira was done. She didn't want to wait on the treatment though. To Angela she didn't care at all about seeing Moira naked. Well other than the fact that Moira was only in various states of undress around her when they were sexual with one another.]
May I see your arm please?
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Her eyes closed for a moment, mind wandering to those days in Zurich, the feel of warm skin against her, face buried in blonde hair --
Nearly jumping out of her skin when the curtain was pulled back, she spun around to look at her, face flushed red as her hair as she gave a huff. ]
You - you shouldn't -- [ She cleared her throat, trying to control herself again. ] Sneak up on people like that.
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[ Still, she works to keep her eyes averted, if only to keep her own thoughts of the freckled skin out of her mind. ]
I won't look but if you can just stick your arm out of the curtain, I can do what I need to do.
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The moment that she feels her hands on her skin, she shivers, a low groan escaping her before she can stop it. ]
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She disposed of the needle properly before leaning back against the edge of the wall by the shower. ]
So tell me what you are feeling?
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Honesty was best. If this was indeed an illness. ]
Frustrated. [ It wasn't a lie. ] And... aroused.
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[ That was something that Angela had not been expecting to hear.
It took her a moment to even figure out what she meant and then when she said she was aroused her eyes went wide. ]
Ohhh!
[ Her own cheeks went red and she swallowed hard. ]
And you think that it's because of the nurse? [ There is an edge of doubt in her words. ]
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[ She was embarrassed at the thought. ]
And I don't know, this place has made us act strangely at times.
[ She thinks for a moment before thinking of a possible idea. ]
Well, perhaps I need to touch it to see if it is like that.
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You can't be serious.
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You said yourself you weren't going to catch anything from it.
[ Moira may be the one that experiments on herself, but it's not like Angela will refuse to do what is needed to figure out a cause. ]
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Well, how else am I going to prove you wrong about such a silly notion as aphrodisiac blood!
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Are you insane!?
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uh general nsfw warning for the rest of this thread is prob a good call
Yup. Turn around. Sexytiems ahead.
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