A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille & TheSaneOne & Steele}
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				Title: <strong>A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>steele</strong> on <strong>17-04-2015, 21:46:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">A Lover's Kiss, <strong>A Husband's Grip </strong></span><br><br><em>Verasaille, TheSaneOne, Steele</em><br><br><br>Dr. Hess was walking back from the lab to his office in the Gainesville VA center after a semi-long day of interviewing the new inductees. Most were in the presence of gathering their belongings and their over-packed manila envelopes and heading for the exit.&nbsp; He felt a little out of place here because for the most part it was manned by true lifers that served over 25 years for their country and then wanted more. So they came to the VA, some got paid, most volunteered. Lawrence Edison Hess came to get paid. He worked hard to get here, real hard.&nbsp; He finished a seven year goal in only 6 years completing his Doctor of Psychology degree at the Melbourne based FIT (Fla. Institute of Technology.) <br><br>Larry wasn’t sure what path he wanted to take after his schooling. He played on the beaches mostly after he graduated, not wanting to rush right in and choose the rest of his life. Giving him a chance to share his good looks along with his brains. His inch shy of 6’ and 182 pound frame, thick black hair with small tints of grey at the ends made him quite the catch. He played but he wasn’t ready to be caught just yet. <br><br>The famed attack of 9/11 did manage to capture him and he took the bait and served for 4 years in the AAC (Alaskan Air Command) preparing and treating the pilots mentally for their missions. The young commissioned fresh out of school pilots, Some he deemed capable of handling the task others were cross trained into something more formidable.&nbsp; <br><br>Four years was enough, he wasn’t cut out to be a lifer like his father was. He returned to his stomping grounds, this time a little more Centralized at the Florida Gator town. He’d been back 2 years and was awarded a C-9 position due to his 3.8 GPA, for the Head of Psychology at the VA clinic.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The ones left were elderly retired war vets with canes and walkers but there was a younger couple sitting that wasn't in possession of the introductory handouts. He presumed this may be his last appointment of the day.&nbsp; <br><br>He could see the man sitting there tightly construed in his black T and Levi’s, was a little uncomfortable here, getting a little fidgety as appointments always seem to run longer than the expected times in the VA. His fingers baring into the knees of his jeans. His boots tapping morse code on the hard laminated floors. His partner, wife, girlfriend was trying to calm him with her small hands attempting cover and sooth his nervous gestures. His long uncut hair and few day old scrub on his face was the norm for recently discharged vets. Larry Hess had definitely seen his share of them come and go.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman was much more comforted in the surroundings then he was, that was normally the case anyway. She sat there a gratuitous fake smile on her face, very light make-up if any, she was just naturally gorgeous, long reddish hair adorning down her white tank-top. The rest was shielded from view from a LIFE magazine.&nbsp; <br><br>Larry couldn’t get much further than that as he was caught in both of their glares as he walked by ..”Hi&nbsp; Nathan?..I’m Doctor Hess. I am so sorry for the wait. We overran a bit with orientation. I would like to see you both”, that seemed to gain a suspicious surprising look from both, "in about 2 minutes please. I will be right back for you. That will be alright with each of you won’t it?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 07:27:14</strong>
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				The doctor looked mature, but not bad looking as far as she could tell. Of course Kati could not stare at him, it made Nate a bit jealous if she looked at any guy for more than a minute. She smiled shyly and nodded. "It's fine. I don't mind." she looked at Nate in concern. It had been hard to get him to come here today. <br><br>But she had begged him to get some help. The days turned into weeks as he looked for work. He was always so fidgety. She suspected his nervousness and inability to relax made it impossible for potential employers to consider him. She was working as hard as she could, to support both of them, but it was very hard. All they could afford was a very cheap apartment in a very badly managed complex. She longed to have a nice place, better furniture than the second hand cheap stuff from Goodwill. <br><br>She let Nate answer the doctor on his own. If she said too much he took it as her trying to run things. For some reason it grated on him that she was the one working and he was not. A male pride thing, she figured. He needed to get some income coming in to make things easier.&nbsp; She was glad she had not become pregnant. It was one thing she insisted on, being on the pill. No way was she going to have kids until they could afford it.<br><br>Her tank top was a concession to Nate, he liked to see as much of her as she could get away with in decency. The fading yellow of bruises on her arms and neck&nbsp; might tell the doctor a tale, but she was afraid he would think Nate abused her. Truth be told, Nate could get very rough with her. Almost too rough, but she never complained. She loved him dearly and the last few months since he had gotten out of the service had been steadily getting worse. He had&nbsp; hit her, once. But he had threatened her often enough. His mouth had gotten so foul she blushed at times.&nbsp; <br><br>She longed for the old days, when he was a teenager in high school. He had been so kind and sweet to her. Even shy at times. The Army had changed him. Wounded him inside his mind. When he went to war, he had to do things, horrible things. He would sometimes talk in his sleep. It frightened her what he said. <br><br>She should be working today, they needed the money. But she felt he needed her here. She hoped he would allow her to at least sit in on the first visit. He might not like her being there at all. But she had to drive him. He was not supposed to drive, his licence was expired and they could not afford to renew it yet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 18:28:20</strong>
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				Looking around nervously, he expected something to happen; something always did. He expected bullets to fly, bombs to explode, and the cries of many of his comrades dying whilst trying to protect each other. It made him uncomfortable that he had managed to come back, but not his buddies. It was like he had been spared-- At the great cost of someone else laying down their lives. Chewing on the inside of his lip, he looked around the Doctor's office again, trying to assess any and all possible enemy and target. <br><br>Muscle memory told him that he should have his Pistol, or his Semi-Automatic rifle slung around his shoulder in the ready to shoot stance. Nate didn't like this at all. He had only been home a couple of months, and in that short time span, he still thought that he was living inside the War Zones. It was hard for him to get to sleep as he would wake&nbsp; himself up with horrible nightmares. More often than not, he would wake with a start, breathing hard or when the nightmares were particularly bad screaming.<br><br>It was always his Wife's comforting gestures that calmed him down, but not after a few terror induced bruises and marks. He would always apologize profusely after any incident, but they kept getting worse. One time, he had even punched his wife in the face after he went into a blind rage and lashed out at anything that moved. That was the real reason why he had chosen to get some help from this Quack.<br><br>Standing at 6'2", Nate wasn't a small guy. Weighing roughly 185 lbs of nearly pure muscle, he wasn't exactly weak either. Working out was one of the few things that he could do to help manage the PTSD on his own, but it only got him so far. Reaching up, he scratched his week old scruff, trying to get just the right spot so that it would stop itching. Having satisfied his desire to itch, he grabbed his long, slightly greasy brown hair into a rough ponytail and shook his head to get the rest of the hair out of his face.<br><br>Finally, the doctor had walked up, and instantly, he could feel his eyes on his Wife. Gritting his teeth, his knuckles turned whiter, which gave a nice sharp contrast against his levi jeans. After the Doctor had said his piece, he walked off to do whatever Doctors needed to do to prepare for their next patient(s). When the Doctor next came out, Nathan stood up and walked stiffly into his office and sat down.<br><br>Crossing his hands over his chest, he sulked in the corner of the office, preferring to let his wife do the talking for the time being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>steele</strong> on <strong>21-04-2015, 01:06:36</strong>
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				Larry walked back unlocking the secure door to his wing and went into his one-room orientation office. The walls were adorned with a notary bulletin board and some taped up pages reminding vets to get their annual flu shots. Little fellowship plaques along with the Daniel’s file sat on a&nbsp; medium sized, steel, military desk and two soft light green soft backed chairs in front of his desk. A small chilled water dispenser sits in the corner&nbsp; next to a government issued polished gray file cabinet. The room is windowless and small. This 3-person cubicle is just a pretext to his much larger office at the end of the wing, He likes to bring patients&nbsp; in here for their first evaluation so he can monitor their mannerisms. Some feel quite comfortable in the crowded atmosphere while others feel like they are suffocating and can’t wait to get out.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As he went out and greeted Mr. and Mrs. Daniels, cordially inviting them back.<br>Dr. Hess knew immediately from the stern handshake he received, nearly crushing the metacarpal bones in hand, by Mr. Daniels, that he clearly didn’t want to be here. The doctor greeted the clearly shy, woman behind the man, Mrs. Daniels with a mere nod of his head as he allowed them into his office. Larry slid behind his desk and sat in his lumbar vinyl chair, closing the folder, and watching as the tall standing, broad shouldered, Mr. Daniels gained a mental picture of each and every item in the room before slunking down, pushing his chair a distance away from the desk with his legs, and crossing his broad arms over his chest. <br>Showing the doctor, right off the bat, he would be one hard shell to crack. His face clenched as tight as his arms. A look of someone being punished or scolded, not an uncommon trait for Dr. Hess to witness. Nate’s steely eyes going from his wife, still standing in the threshold, waiting for his permission to join them and then his sullen look would dart back to Dr. Hess. The slight nod of his head must have been his signal for her to sit now.&nbsp; <br><br>Larry focused his attention on Mrs. Daniels now. A very attractive young woman, her longish red hair cleverishly&nbsp; hiding her youthful, diamond shaped face. Her nimble and frail hands latching on to each resting arm of the chair as she slowly allowed her self down to the cushion. <br><br>He addressed them both. “Please make your self comfortable Nathan err Nate, I apologize it says you prefer Nate, and..” he hesitated and opened the folder briefly.”.. Kari?&nbsp; You can just call me Larry, There’s water right over there if you like.”&nbsp; <br>She brushed the lengthy locks of hair from her eyes and finally looked into him. The bright overhead lights showed past blemishes she attempted to cover with blush and makeup. A worrisome tone to her eyes as she kept glancing over her shoulder checking on Nate. He was sitting there like a stone statue like he could explode any second.. Beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead&nbsp; A ticking time bomb, Dr. Hess surmised it wasn’t the room causing his discomfort, no it was the whole world he would set on fire and casually watch it burn and Kari sat there as if she was to be his chosen starter fluid. <br><br>Larry had to change the environment quickly. He rose up from his chair and asked Kari if she would wait outside. He walked over to her putting his hand on her bare shoulder to offer her assistance to one of the chairs in the hallway and closed the door behind him. <br><br>Now it was just Dr. Hess and stone faced Nate in the increasingly small space. Larry weaved his way around Nate for a cup of water. Knowing the opening line of questions was going to be a very telling story of which he was all to familiar with. <br><br>Dr. Hess sat on the corner of the desk facing Nate. “ Nate its very important that you answer these questions truthfully. I assure you anything you say will be held in the strictest of confidence. <br><br>Do you own any fire arms at this time? <br>Do you feel alone ..Or do you feel like someone is watching you all the time? <br>Do you feel like hurting yourself …Or anyone else?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>21-04-2015, 01:50:56</strong>
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				Kari glanced at Nate as she rose to follow the doctor. Her eyes pleading with him to do this, for his safety as well as her own. She feared now more than ever, that he was going to do something horrible, like maybe those sick individuals who went off the edge and started shooting people at random. <br><br>She knew it was not his fault. He served his country with pride, he had just been wounded in ways that left him in a state of constant alertness. He would jump at loud noises, flinch at the sound of gunfire on the television. Yet he did not stop giving her looks occasionally that seemed to scream at her for help. Like a little lost boy who needed his mom. Terrified he had done something wrong, needing her comfort but sometimes even afraid of approaching her. She knew he did not harm her willingly. He did not know his own strength was augmented by the flow of constant adrenaline into his system, fed by his fears. His pride would not let him admit he needed help.<br><br>She was relieved when he followed the doctor and she was right behind him. She reached out to touch his hand, hoping he would accept her offering of comfort. In the doctor's office he went ahead of her and sat down, folding his hands away from her grasp and only after glancing around as if to make sure it was safe, did he nod for her to enter. Kari sat gingerly on the chair. Her eyes hardly left Nate, but afraid to look at the doctor, for fear Nate would display his jealousy.<br><br>When the doctor spoke, she glanced at him briefly and nodded, preferring to remain silent and let Nate control things. Then her head went down as she stole glances at the office and then back to Nate. She was surprised then as the doctor asked her to wait outside. Her eyes widened even further as he placed a hand on her. She shrugged it off immediately as she nodded and meekly went out the door to sit out in the waiting room. Her heart pounded as she tried to imagine what was going on in Nate's head. <br><br>There were magazines on the table and she picked one up, thinking to try and relax. Nate was in the doctor's office. He was getting the help he needed. Everything would be fine...she kept telling herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>25-04-2015, 17:33:44</strong>
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				Instantly, he didn't like this man, purely for the fact that he had laid a hand on her shoulder. He could see the fear in Kari's eyes, knowing that what the Doctor had just done had just sealed his fate. Whereupon Kari was asked to wait out in the waiting room for a moment, Nate sat there with a stony face.<br><br>Answering each of the questions in turn, he smiled for the first time during the visit. "Yes, I do own fire arms, however they are in a locked combination safe that only my Wife knows. As for the next question, you know as well as I do that when someone is suffering from PTSD that they do feel watched at times. Maybe it's the soldier inside of me, but I imagine the enemies I've shot and killed coming back with a vengeance. The last question, I can answer easily. No." Nathan told the Quack.<br><br>With that, he leaned back in his chair and adapted the stony face again. 
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				Post by: <strong>steele</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 21:55:19</strong>
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				Dr. Hess felt the tension in the air having his hand quickly discarded from Kari’s shoulder. He knew instantly from just that small helpful gesture that there was a strong hold of possessive nature in this relationship. Again this was nothing new to him from his prior knowledge of working with many PTSD patients. What little bit of raw human emotions that were exhibited after leaving the horrid battle fields and combat missions usually turned into a feeling of ownership. Most relationships couldn’t survive the barrage and onslaught of sheer jealousy and oneness.<br><br>He perched comfortably on the desk eying the young man in front of him. Not knowing&nbsp; if he would uncross his arms and try to attack him which was not uncommon, or share with him. Larry was impressed with Nate’s openness about the firearms he possessed. Most would have straight-out&nbsp; lied about such a thing. This was actually a good sign from Nate, showing that he had intentions of looking for help. His demeanor was a bit suspect almost as if he was bragging or rehearsed his answers. Dr. Hess was also a bit skeptical that only Kari had the combination to the safe, but all in all satisfied with the answer.&nbsp; <br><br>Dr. Hess could also see the paranoia, the fear of the unknown that beseeched him as Nate’s eyes spied again the contents of the room. The uneasiness of the subject matter made Nate tense, the veins in his forearms and biceps expanding.&nbsp; Pushing his long hair back away from his face so his peripheral vision wasn’t limited. Only taking very short shallow breaths as he expressed his torn thoughts out loud.<br><strong><br>&nbsp;Maybe it's the soldier inside of me, but I imagine the enemies I've shot and killed coming back with a vengeance.</strong><br><br>Not wanting to expand or divulge anything further Nate quickly answered the last question with a firm <strong>NO</strong>. A brief smile held back from the lips of Dr. Hess. <br><br>Larry was comfortable with the answers for now and walked back around his desk. Peering in the folder and seeing Nathan Daniels was a decorated Special Forces veteran. <br>Dr. Hess didn’t have anything more than a brief medical history and TIS (time in service) on Nathan as most Special Forces documents were highly classified. That didn’t mean Larry would be denied access to his files, he would just have to request them privately. <br><br>Nate returned to form and just sat there. Larry scoped out his DD214 and acknowledged his accomplishments. <br><br>“Y’know Nate, None of us ever lose the soldier inside of us and we don’t expect you to. You seen and done things that people couldn’t imagine, the movies cant even express the images in your head. I wont lie to you, those will never leave, everyone whose been in your shoes sees those same images, we just have to find a way to suppress them and not lash out." These words weren’t new to Nate. He probably heard them a thousand times since he’s been back. He just remained there his feet planted like they were in concrete and his mind a million miles away. <br><br>Dr. Hess made a few brief pencil notations in his file. “ Thank you Nate for your honesty and for your service to our Country. Shall we bring..( Larry had seen so many people today his mind was exhausted and clouded, he glanced back to the folder to retrieve her name again. “..Kari back in or is there something else you wish to discuss.<br><br>Nate was in another place at the moment. If anything else was to come from this interview it would probably come from his spouse.&nbsp; Larry opened the door to see Kari sitting, her long legs crossed at the knee, and leaning back her fingers walking the pages of the magazine resting on her lap, appearing more comforted than she did anytime she was in the company of Nathan. Almost a shocked look on her face as she turned to see Dr. Hess walking up to her. <br><br>“Kari? I’m sorry for that, sometimes men just need to talk first. He’s a little edgy, I guess that can be expected. He’s been through a lot and so have you I’m sure. Why don’t I give you two a minute alone and I.. “ <br><br>My God she was pretty. Her red hair cascading down over her meek shoulders. Her brown eyes so vibrant and reminiscent that they were once full of life.&nbsp; Her pleasant girlish smile as she lay down the magazine. Larry noticed the bruising on her arms again but didn’t say anything. She knew he saw them too, but there was no way to disguise them.&nbsp; <br><br>Larry gathered his thoughts again. “..I’ll just uh..need to go down here for a moment..I’ll be right in.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 22:26:33</strong>
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				The waiting was hard. She kept glancing at the closed door to Dr. Hess' office, then sighing as she turned the pages to a magazine she was not even really comprehending. Nate would get the help he needed, she knew it...he just needed time. She loved him so much. <br><br>She was daydreaming about their time in high school. He had been a shy boy, but so handsome and athletic. She had a crush on him from the first time she saw him. It had been her move to talk to him, he seemed to be too afraid of rejection to talk to her. It had started so simple. <br><br>"Hello, I have seen you in my English class. Mr. Jones is such a stickler for grammar...I am Kari Jeffries."<br><br>"Uh...hi..I'm Nate..." <br><br>He had been so shy he only spoke in short bursts. But when she smiled at him, he smiled back. Like the sun coming out on a cloudy day.<br><br>Kari's reverie had relaxed her so much it startled her when Dr. Hess appeared and spoke to her.<br><br><strong>“Kari? I’m sorry for that, sometimes men just need to talk first. He’s a little edgy, I guess that can be expected. He’s been through a lot and so have you I’m sure. Why don’t I give you two a minute alone and I.. “ </strong><br><br>She looked at him with wide brown eyes. Dr. Hess seemed kind and competent, like he knew what he was doing. His glance at her bare arms sent a jolt through her. He saw the bruises, she could not hide them now. A flicker of fear crossed her face. Usually she wore long sleeves to hide the bruises. Nate was stronger than he knew, and her skin was delicate, easily bruised. He did not mean to hurt her. She had to believe that. He loved her so much, he was so possessive...<br><br><strong>“..I’ll just uh..need to go down here for a moment..I’ll be right in.” </strong> Dr. Hess seemed distracted.<br><br>Kari nodded, putting the magazine down and getting up to walk briskly back to the office. She opened the door and slipped in, going to Nate and putting her arms around him in a brief hug. "Everything will be fine, Nate. You will get better and we can relax and live our lives normally again." as soon as she said it she regretted it. She went to straighten up, worried he would grab her as he once did and nearly choke her in his rage. Would he restrain himself here in the doctor's office?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 10:07:21</strong>
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				The Doctor didn't even try to talk to him, he just sat there with his hands folded, staring at him. It made him uneasy, almost as if he was on tribunal for something that he had done in the War. Finally, he spoke, drawing Nate out of his Day dream. Not really hearing what he said, he merely sat there whilst the good Doctor opened the door and went to go get Kari.<br><br>While they both were away, Nathan's mind went even farther into his day dream. Gripping the seat, his knuckles turned pale white. He was imagining being in the War again. Bullets flying over his head, his friends dying around him. Hearing the shot first, he felt something rip into his bicep, causing pain to go rapidly up his arm. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed his side arm and shot the soldier who had shot him in the leg, crippling him.<br><br>With shaky hands, he ripped a portion of his clothing off, and wrapped his arm as tight as he could stand it, to try and staunch the bleeding. It wasn't the greatest field dressing, but it would hold in a pinch, and he definitely was in a 'pinch'. Something drew him out of his revere for an instant, long enough for him to see his best friend be shot in the head. Suddenly, he found himself surrounded, about four M-16's pointed at his face.<br><br>"Surrender! Surrender or<strong> DIE!</strong>!!" &nbsp;The soldier yelled in his native tongue. The men then took a step closer to the wounded U.S. Marine. Instantly, a bullet shot out of one of the guns, ripping into his left leg. <br><br>With a shout of pain Nate went down, holding his leg. Tears were running down his checks, but he saw the commander of the enemy grab the soldier's gun and pulled it away from... Her. Realization dawned on him, what he thought were men, were really women and children trained to act like men.<br><br>From out of no where, he felt some arms wrap around his torso. Looking down, he found himself in normal clothing. Pale, porcelain arms were wrapped around him. He then smelled her coppery hair next, and a smile was slowly brought onto his face. "Kari..." he breathed, relaxing slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 10:24:11</strong>
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				He recognized her! Sometimes he did not, but this time his smile and tender whisper of her name sent a quiver of hope into her heart. Spontaneously she kissed him, her soft lips locked on his for a few moments. "I am here, Nate. I won't run away...I promise." she hugged him again.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted so badly for him to get better. For the old days to return. She sat on the chair next to him, scooting it close enough so she could hold his hand and reassure him. "We will get you through this. I know we will. I think our love is strong enough. You are strong, Nate. You can learn to manage it." she smiled at him. That radiant smile that always seemed to bring a grin from him in return.&nbsp; Her blue eyes filled with love and affection.<br><br>She knew the doctor would be back soon. "He said he would give us a couple minutes, Nate. Please, don't hold things back from him. He is trying to help you. If this doctor doesn't work we will find you another. But try to understand, these guys are experts. They are here to help you. I love you, Nate." she leaned to kiss him again even as she heard the sound of footsteps in the hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>steele</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 23:29:39</strong>
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				Larry watched as Kari made her way back into his small entry level office. Her mannerisms to him and short acknowledgements only reassured him that this was a combustible relationship. She wasn’t shy, she was scared shitless. The question was, is she scared of Nate or of the future she chose. Larry had been around and seen more than his share of this type of thing. Some ended.. Some ended not so well. He knew immediately with the sharp answers he received from Nate that he is a troubled man..A soldier, who cant’ and wont, release his feelings, his anger is all we can see, and he can’t erase the horrible memories that will haunt him for the rest of his life. And here caught in the middle of it all was a gorgeous young girl just lying in wait for what? For this bottled up soul of nitroglycerine to finally explode, and kill everything around it.<br><br>Dr Hess made it to his main office down the hall, still shaking his head to all the negative thoughts of the inevitable. He tried unsurely&nbsp; to pull up any existing files of Nathan Daniels, on his main computer. All he was getting was the spinning hourglass and then a flashing red message <br>THESE FILES ARE CONFIDENTIAL AND PASSWORD PROTECTED followed by the whole bit about a hand written request etc.. Larry closed the page, not in disgust just frustration more than anything. <br><br>Larry knew either with or without Nates approval, hopefully with, he would have to send a letter of intent in order to be allowed to see some or all of Nate’s history and medical records. He wasn’t going to be able to do much of anything until he was able to see at least the medications if any that Nate had been prescribed, and if he was even taking them. That was a main concern for any PTSD patient, there is no cure all or a pill to make it go away completely. Larry dug through his massive mahogany desk drawer for a privacy release consent form and pulled it from the folder. Kicking the drawer shut gently with his shoe, and walking back down the hallway to the awaiting Nate and Kari. <br><br>Dr Hess walked back with the form rolled up in his hand, tapping it against his leg. He saw Kari sitting there next to him, comforting Nate. Both her arms wrapped around his left arm as if she just hoisted back into his chair. Nate looked bad, a noticeable scowl, his hollow eyes staring through Dr. Hess. Beads of hot sweat formed on the wrinkles of his eye brows, a torn swatch of clothing wrapped on his other arm and tied like a makeshift tourniquet. Kari sitting there holding his arm tight. Her sunken blue eyes beckoning to the doctor. <em>Please help us. We need help. Please.</em><br><br>“Sorry bout that. I tried to see what meds they have you on..If any." He looked to Nate, not really expecting an answer just wanting to see a reaction. “ Are you taking anything Nate? I mean like on a regular basis? Anti-depressants? Pain killers?" Dr Hess shrugged his shoulders. “ Anything like that?” Again Larry sat on the corner of the metal desk, just feet away from the two. Kari’s eyes shot back to Nate to see if he was going to answer or if she would be allowed to speak, privileged,the one to do the talking. The room was eerily silent momentarily.&nbsp; “Are you working anywhere? Either of you work?" The room still quiet only broken with Dr. Hess’s voice. He laid the rolled form on the desk and all three watched as the paper slowly uncoiled. Dr. Hess pulled a ball point pen from his pocket. " When you get a second, I need you to sign this Nate. It's just a consent form to allow me to see your records..So I can help you better." He looked back to Kari. "Both of you ..So I can help all of us." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 00:09:40</strong>
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				It was hard to sit there and just let Nate answer. She knew he had to answer. Silently she prayed he would see the sense of working with the doctor. Surely he wanted things back the way they were? She never thought he would actually try to hurt her. He had always been to reserved and almost shy. <br><br>This war thing had changed him, warped his mind, made him scared and aggressive. She knew it was instinct for survival. It was not like him to let his feelings show. He seemed unwilling to talk at the moment and she felt compelled to say something.<br><br>"I work, at Walmart. Long hours, very little for pay. We are barely getting by." she did not want to say that Nate had trouble finding a job. It would sound like she was accusing him of being lazy. He was far from that. He did yard work, sometimes he fiddled with the guns, which always scared her. He would tell her he was just cleaning them...for her to not worry.<br><br>Most of the time he spent watching tv and drinking. Putting in applications was something he only did sporatically. He never got any calls for interviews. Jobs were scarce.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 15:25:11</strong>
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				Feeling her soft supple lips caress his own, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the kiss. These panic attacks were coming more and more frequently, and it scared him shitless. Trying to listen to what she was saying, his mind kept on focusing on the scene that had just playing his mind. Moments before she was about to kiss him again, the door opened and in walked the Quack, holding a rolled up paper in his hand.<br><br>Shrugging the girl off his arm, he adopted a stony expression and stared at the man. Upon hearing that he wanted him to sign the release documents so that he could find out what medications he was on, if any, Nathan merely shook his head. "I am sorry Sir, I cannot do that. If you need to get any medical records, you will need to go through the Government." He replied flatly.<br><br>"As for any work I am currently doing, I am employed through individual contracts. I cannot say more at this time. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to go and have a smoke."&nbsp; Nate told both of them. <br><br>Not even waiting for permission to leave, he left the office building and found a secluded alleyway. Opening a pack of smokes, he pulled one out and was about to light it, when he went to his knees and threw up. Crying, he continued to throw up, thinking about the friends and comrades he had to bury. When he had expelled the contents of his stomach, he curled up into a ball and continued to cry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 23:41:04</strong>
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				She leaned back immediately as the doc walked in. Nate shrugging her off was almost expected. She sat back in her chair as he refused to sign anything. Her expression fearful and almost hopeless as he got up and left for a smoke. "Nate...please...don't..." she trailed off as he shut the door behind him. <br><br>Tears were in her eyes as she slumped in defeat. "Now he will go hide in his little world, shutting me out and getting sick...I hate when he does this. What can I do?" Her voice miserable and bereft. "Shall I go after him and bring him back? He will not want to come. He might...he might hurt me..." she went pale at the thought. "if he does it is not him!! It's the nightmares!" she suddenly realized she had admitted to the doc that Nate abused her. A note of panic in her voice now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>steele</strong> on <strong>23-05-2015, 20:56:58</strong>
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				Dr. Hess reluctantly but not unexpectedly laid the pen at rest on top of the consent form as Nick reluctantly declined the opportunity to make things easier. Larry knew he could eventually obtain the records but it would have been a lot less hassle. Dr. Hess acknowledged the fact that he admitted he was working. He also knew that “individual contracts” meant there wasn’t a real job out there that he was ready for yet. Working for himself maybe but certainly not in others company. This was nothing new that he was unprepared for but the secretive records concerned him. After all not even listing the prescribed medicines or no history at all other than the micro-bits that either Nate or Kari filled out recently, was all he had to go on at this time. <br><br>Dr.Hess’s unbuttoned white over coat hiked up as pulled his dress slack knees closer allowing ample room as Nate brushed by him to go and “have a smoke.”&nbsp; It was a no smoking environment and you were supposed to go across the parking lot before lighting up. “ Sure. Sure you can Nate. Go right out that exit door and in the back..” his words got quieter and mixed with Kari’s pleas to stay, he knew Nate wasn’t listening and the door shut in mid-sentence. <br><br>Larry turned to catch the tears as they started to form in her blue eyes. He extended his leg out nonchalantly to keep her from following him. “ No let him go, he wont&nbsp; hurt you…not here anyway.. He just needs some time.” Larry leaned back and pulled a box of tissues from his drawer. Handing them to her as she attempted to stop the leakage with a mere wipe of her finger. He could again see the attempt to cover the discoloration on her arm as she graciously accepted the whole box of Kleenex. Larry held the Kleenex from her grasp momentarily and looked into her tearful eyes. “That’s quite a bruise you got there Kari. It stunned her as she looked to her swollen arm. “ Y’know it’s not gonna stop. Maybe if he’s willing to try , but more than likely its not gonna stop”. He then released the box to her hands. "I have to ask you was it his idea to come here today or yours?" Larry placed the form into the folder and left it on his desk. He tucked the pen back into his side pocket. His fingers tapped as he tried to find something positive to tell this beautiful, scared, young lady. It’s good that he or one of you took the first step. I give you credit for that." He stared intently into her soul. “He clearly needs help. I can help him, it wont be easy. You’re a beautiful girl and I know you love him, this is not an overnight thing, There are no guarantees, each individual whether they were standing next to each other dodging bullets or digging foxholes, their treatment is different. Listen Kira..you’re still young, you have your whole life ahead of you..I know this process oh too well. I would tell you to run, run away from this from him as far and as fast as you can.” His eye contact slowly trailed from hers and his head shook in disagreement as he placed the folder in the still open drawer and closed it. “But you wont, I know ..You love him and will stand by him through the Gates of Hell..am I right.”<br><br>"Look I’m sorry, My hands are tied until I get hold of at least a partial of his medical history. I can’t treat him, I can’t do anything other than have him baker acted for 72 hours and I don’t&nbsp; think that’s what he needs right now, do you? “<br><br>I can have those records expedited hopefully by tomorrow afternoon.. Will you be okay until then?”. He pulls a card from his other pocket. Look right here, this is my beeper number. You call me if you feel threatened. He pulls the desk back open and opens the folder. “ Is this your number or his or both? Do YOU have a cell phone.? Can I reach you at work if you’re not at home?”<br><br>Dr. Hess opens the door gazing down the empty corridor. “Looks like everyone’s about to leave or already gone. You go find that soldier and take him home and I’ll call you the moment I receive anything.&nbsp; You’ll be okay won’t you , I don’t seem to be on his wish list just yet.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>23-05-2015, 22:00:20</strong>
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				Her throat felt like there was a whole apple in there, she could not swallow it away. Nate left her there and went who know where. As much as she wanted to follow him and offer him the love he so desperately needed from her, she knew he would not be easily found. <br><br>Dr. Hess stopped her, offered her tissues.&nbsp; “That’s quite a bruise you got there Kari. It stunned her as she looked to her swollen arm. “ Y’know it’s not gonna stop. Maybe if he’s willing to try , but more than likely its not gonna stop”. He then released the box to her hands. "I have to ask you was it his idea to come here today or yours?" <br><br>She took a shaky breath, "I begged him to get help...in a rare moment...he agreed." She could hardly keep the tears from stinging her eyes. She used a tissue to wipe her eyes and blew her nose.&nbsp; Wadding the white tissue in her fist as she looked down at her arm. <br><br>"He doesn't mean to hurt me...he's just scared...stressed...something seems to happen in his mind...like he is somewhere else. Sometimes...sometimes he calls me by someone else's name." she frowned. "Like he doesn't know it is me." she set the box down and curled into the fetal position as she grabbed another tissue. Her slender body wracked with sobs. <br><br>"I won't leave him! I love him...I vowed to love him through anything and everything!" she was scared now. She listened to the Dr. telling her he could have Nate put away. <br><br>"Look I’m sorry, My hands are tied until I get hold of at least a partial of his medical history. I can’t treat him, I can’t do anything other than have him baker acted for 72 hours and I don’t&nbsp; think that’s what he needs right now, do you? “ he seemed to leave the decision to her.<br><br>"Oh, Gods! No...you put him in a cage he will...panic! No! I will take him home...if I can find him.." she trailed off.<br><br>The doctor seemed to be concerned. And rightly so, Nate was a time bomb waiting to explode. She took his card, nodding numbly. "Work is fine, extension #512. I will be paged. It's the emergency number. I don't have a cell phone." she was nearly whispering now. Maybe she should get one. For emergency only. They had them at the store. It would cut into their budget, but it seemed a good idea. "I will look into getting one. If we can afford it."<br><br>She tucked the card into her wallet. Looking up at the Dr. with her blue eyes reddened from crying, "Thanks...I will be all right. He knows he needs help. He agreed to it. Maybe when he feels better...I don't think he is taking anything at all. At least nothing legal." she frowned. She really had no clue if Nate was using drugs. She honestly did not think he had any money to buy any. Unless the 'jobs' he mentioned were drug related. Gods, she hoped not!<br><br>She sat there for a few more minutes, then got up from the chair and straightened her blouse and threw the soggy tissues away. When the Dr. looked down the hallway she followed and looked to where he pointed to the exit out back. "I will take him home. Thanks, Doc." she murmured, offering him a faint smile. He was nice and she appreciated his kindness. He gave her hope, and in the current situation, it was all that was possible. <br><br>She hurried down the hallway and pushed open the heavy door and peered out. She did not see Nate right away. Where had he gone? She felt a moment of panic, how would she find him? She walked out and looked around, then spotted an alley off to the side of the building. Slowly she walked towards it. The alley was just a place where the dumpster and some old crates were stacked against the building. She saw him there on the ground, hunched over and shaking. <br><br>"Nate? Babe...are you all right?" she called softly as she hurried towards him. She stopped and waited for his response. He seemed to be curled in on himself and crying. She dropped to her knees beside him and wrapped her arms around him. "Nate...I am here...It's all right...we can go home..." she hugged him and kissed his cheek. Her own eyes tearing up again as she almost felt his pain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 20:49:53</strong>
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				Hearing someone talk to him, he felt arms wrap around him. Her hair smelt familiar, and instinctively, he knew that he could trust her. Allowing himself to be helped up, he looked at the bile on the ground and only started to shake further. Forcing himself to look away from the disgusting sight, he focused on her blaze of red hair. She still seemed really familiar, but he just couldn't place it. It seemed like she knew him, and quite well.<br><br>Looking at her, he couldn't help but smile at her. It was like she breathed fresh air into him, and it was really refreshing. Walking to their car, he allowed himself to get into passenger seat, where he then buckled up his seatbelt.<br><br>"Miss... Where are we going?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 21:27:36</strong>
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				He seemed to be a little confused, and Kari blinked at his words. "Nate? Honey, it's going to be all right. You don't remember me? I am your wife, Kari." her eyes looked hurt and confused. She got in the car and fastened the seat belt. <br><br>"You ran out, said you needed a smoke. Did you fall or something? We can go home. I know you have been under s lot of stress. Dr. Hess is a good doctor. He wants to help you, but you have to be willing." she started the car and slowly pulled out. <br><br>She let him sit there and think about things. She was tempted to take him to the hospital. But she was afraid they would just make him more stressed. He did not look hurt. It was his mind, not anything physical like a wound. <br><br>When they pulled up in the driveway she shut the car off and looked at him. "We are home. Do you remember me now?"<br><br>As he slowly got out of the car she thought about contacting Dr Hess. But she did not want Nate to see. She got out of the car and let him into the house. Stepping quickly into the kitchen. "Want some coffee? It's too early for lunch. I should run to the store for some groceries. Relax and I will be back very soon. I just need some..." she opened the fridge to be sure. "Milk and eggs, and maybe some bread. You want anything? There is still beer in here." <br><br>He seemed to be in a kind of fog. He sat on the couch and turned on the TV. While he was zoning out, Kari grabbed her purse again and hurried out. "I will be back soon." She went over and kissed his cheek. <br><br>Once outside she drove to the market, digging out change to call Dr. Hess. "Hello? Dr. Hess, it's Kari. I took Nate home, but he seems to be zoning out. He forgot who I am. I had to make an excuse to make this call. I got him into the house. I have no idea what to do."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>steele</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 18:40:49</strong>
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				Dr . Hess was just finishing up his request to the Attorney General for access to Nate’s records. He was exhausted from the long day at the office with all the countless newbies, that’s when it hit him that today was Friday and the earliest response he would get back would be no sooner than Monday.&nbsp; He took off his white smock overcoat, piled his belongings in his briefcase he sat down momentarily in his nice comfy leather chair&nbsp; pondering how he would spend his weekend. Would he just like drive out the 84 miles to his eloquent lake house or just stick around town and stay in his weekly suite at the Dutch House. He sunk deep into the cushions relaxing and forgetting of the hellish day. Larry tried to let his mind drift from the day, but the thought of Nate being out there somewhere in his condition,like a loose cannon, in public and with poor Kari&nbsp; That thought concerned him. Just the few moments he had spent with Nate, he knew there was darkness and a troubled soul hidden deep inside, a burning fear or hatred just a hair trigger away from exploding, and that beautiful young lady is going to be caught in the crossfire. <br><br>Larry eyes opened as he watched down the hallway as nurse Jenny began clicking off the overhead lights and checking to make sure the offices are secure before going home for the weekend. <br><br>Nurse Jenny, Jennifer Banks. A tall athletic, very flirtatious woman, maybe that’s why she was married and divorced two times already before the age of 25. Her bronze colored skin and long braided black hair from her apparent Indian heritage only enamored her look even more. She never paid much attention to Larry at first, until she recently found out that he too was single now. He had a two year engagement that was shit-canned after he found out that his fiancée was doing more than just fucking him, she was fucking him over and seeing more men on his couch than he was at the office. Of course Larry was no angel either, marriage just wasn’t for him. Though he never really cheated on his fiancée he did have a few chance encounters during their relationship as it started going South. <br><br>Once that news got out, Larry was approached by several old girlfriends and new ones including nurse Jenny. Her long face and dark eyes and thin lips slowly made their way into Dr. Hess’s day. Her quaint, every morning smile, hand combing her long black locks and licking the wetness of her lips was always a welcome sight. <br><br>She walked down the hallway like a runway model in slow burlesque way. Her eyes fixed on him as she turned off the lights and checked the doors. Her hands with the long piano fingers crisping the short white skirt to her hips. <br><br>Larry leaned back further into his chair adorning her waltz as she caromed from office to office. Then his cell phone began beeping. He checked the ID but it was an unknown number. Reluctantly he answered it . "Hello?"<br><br><strong>Hello? Dr. Hess, it's Kari. I took Nate home, but he seems to be zoning out. He forgot who I am. I had to make an excuse to make this call. I got him into the house. I have no idea what to do."</strong><br><br>Recognizing the voice Larry spun his chair back to the front of his desk. “ It’s okay Kari, take a deep breath and calm down, now listen to me. He’s delusional, I’m sure this isn’t the first episode you’ve seen him like this ..Is it? “ It’s brought on by stress.&nbsp; It could have been triggered by your visit here today. Comfort him but be cautious, speak softly to him and make him aware of your presence, maybe apply damp washcloth to his forehead. You have to remain calm… "<br><br>Larry stopped in mid sentence as surprisingly a set of hands from behind slowly massaged him back into his chair. Her long fingers unbuttoning his tight collared shirt and the warmth of her palms soothing his neck. He tried to regain his composure.&nbsp; “Just keep him calm and he should snap back into reality..Oh and Kari try to keep the noise level to a minimum…Okay? “ <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 19:35:19</strong>
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				It was hard to relax, Kari was scared. "Yes, he does occasionally get a little bit distant. And usually he recovers in a short time. Never more than a few hours. I just...I just wanted to thank you for being so kind and patient with him. He is not a bad man...just...stressed...yes...that's it..he is under too much stress. I will do what I can to comfort him. Thanks." she hung up then as a quarter did not buy much time on a pay phone. <br><br>Kari got the groceries and went home. As she pulled into the drive she prayed. "Please God, help Nate..." Getting the car locked and then going in through the front door she noted Nate sitting on the couch still watching TV. She had not been gone more than a half hour. Her conversation with Dr. Hess had not taken more than three minutes of that time. <br><br>"Hey Nate, Are you hungry? I will fix us some nice lunch. How about a bologna sandwich and some tomato soup? Or would you prefer hot dogs and potato chips?" she was trying to be very casual and normal. Cheerful was her normal way. She thought it best not to mention the doctor visit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheSaneOne</strong> on <strong>12-06-2015, 02:28:07</strong>
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				Hearing his name, he smiled at the angel who walked into the room. "Thank you, but I am not currently hungry. But if you want to make something for yourself, that'd be alright." He replied softly. He looked much better, just sitting there letting the tv drown out his thoughts. <br><br>"Kari..." He stated, remembering her name. "I feel like if I don't get better here soon, I might actually seriously hurt you... I think that going to that Quack's office is the best option we have right now..." he added. <br><br>Getting up from the couch, he walked over to the pale girl with a mane of fiery hair. "I love you.." He whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A lover's Kiss, a Husband's Grip   { Verasaille &amp; TheSaneOne &amp; Steele}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>12-06-2015, 03:26:48</strong>
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				When he was like this, Kari could not help but feel her heart swell with love for him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "I love you so much, Nate, my handsome hero. I want you to get better. I am here for you so you can. The doctor will help. Just give it a chance."<br><br>----------<br><br>In Dr. Hess's office, Jenny Banks leaned over to nibble on Larry's ear. As soon as he hung up the phone, she whispered softly. "You are so tense. New patient? You work too hard. You need to learn how to relax and let the answering service handle those calls." she kept rubbing his neck and shoulders as she turned the chair around so she could move it away from the desk.<br><br>"It's after hours now. Time for some fun and relaxation." Her voice low and sultry.
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