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Noah Crestwood
 Posted: Mar 18 2012, 06:13 AM
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The surgery had occurred nearly two and a half weeks ago, with few complications. He had been heavily sedated for nearly a week afterwards as to not irritate his new innards, with one accident during that he could hardly remember. The suture on his chest was still fresh and bandaged...his healing process was taking longer than average, but this was expected. Upon waking, he was only allowed a liquid diet for a week, but he was finally allowed solid foods..and for that the young doctor was thankful (despite his appetite being nearly nonexistent).

His diaphragm and everything above it was still sore, and it did pain him to breathe deeply despite medication. One of his ribs had also been removed for the sake of the transplant, and beneath his bandages was a landscape of unavoidable bruising due to his body's fragile nature. It could have been worse, he knew. Silas St. Vincent had done good by him.

Noah's moral had only begun to improve recently. His first waking days had been rather agonizing, and only now that he was occasionally allowed to leave his bed did his mood and temperament seem to better. As the pain gradually left him, it was replaced with boredom...which in turn was filled with reading and Noah being left to his thoughts. His visiting hours were still limited due to his apparent exhaustion, but it was growing apparent that it was not best to leave him with himself for too long. The depression that had seized him prior to surgery was in danger of returning, and he exhibited loneliness and despair...but also enthusiasm when he had visitors, especially upon seeing his sister. In the least, however, his money concerns were currently non existent..his surgery had been paid for by someone anonymous, and close friends...like Mister St .Vincent, were aiding him with prior costs.

Currently, he sat propped into his pillows, a half eaten lunch on a tray at his bedside and a book in his hands. His wings lay open on either side of him, framing his narrow form that lay covered with the thin, white cotton blankets that accompanied every bed at Sacred Heart. His pulse, as well as other bodily occurrences were still being monitored closely...and despite the even, constant beeping, he was still able to concentrate on the pages beneath his nose.
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Aristide St. Clair
 Posted: Mar 18 2012, 07:18 AM
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Doctor Aristide St. Clair strolled down the halls of Sacred Heart Medical Clinic with the air of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He certainly looked the part, in his white lab coat, stethoscope, glasses, and professional slacks, shirt, and tie. Oh, and let's not forget the beard he'd attached to his lower face with cosmetic glue. The beard was so thick he probably could've kept some concealed weapons in there -- but no. No weapons for this visit. This was strictly a professional visit, to reassure himself the Noah was recovering from his surgery without complications.

It never occurred to Aristide that he was introducing a whole new set of complications by being there that evening. Indeed, it never once crossed his mind that his presence might actually be bad for Noah's recovery. In Aristide's mind, his presence could only help, not hinder.

Not that Noah would recognize him in this get-up. That was part of the plan, after all. Get in, get out, without anyone being any the wiser. A perfect plan. One that Aristide -- being Aristide, after all -- was bound to botch up before the visit was over.

He greeted a nurse in the hall with a cheery, "Why, hello, dear," to which she responded with a startled and ever-so-slightly flattered smile. Even in his ridiculously overgrown beard, he still stuck quite a dashing figure. "I say, I seem to have left my clipboard back in my office… be a dear, will you, and tell me where they're keeping Mr. Crestwood? I'd like to check up on the poor fellow, see how the medications are treating him."

"Oh." The nurse checked her clipboard. "That'd be room 23, Dr…" She cocked her head, a look of confusion crossing her face.

"Dr. Mmblemambsffdsddf," he said, brushing past her before she could scrutinize his face any further… or ask him how to pronounce the name. "It's foreign."

Aristide pushed into Noah's room. He noted the book, the lunch tray, the various medical devices, and tried to project a professional air.

"Mr. Crestwood -- something wrong with your lunch?"
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Noah Crestwood
 Posted: Mar 18 2012, 07:48 AM
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Noah was only expecting someone to pick up his dirtied dishes, so his head did not raise to acknowledge the person that had just entered. The voice, however, caught him off guard and beckoned his eyes. Upon seeing the stranger, he seemed almost startled. Quickly, he marked the page and closed his book in his lap,
"I...no," he began slowly, "Nothing I just wasn't hungry-."
Still baffled, but not suspicious. He began anew, this time more politely,
"I'm sorry but..who are you?"
Noah knew for a fact that the other didn't work at Sacred Heart..because, obviously Noah himself was employed there until recently, but even so he would return to his work. Surely he would have noticed if someone else was hired...or had they brought in someone else?
"I... wasn't aware I had other appointments today..you don't work here, do you?"
Then again, maybe Sacred Heart was thinking of replacing him..or already had. He needed clarification for his peace at mind.
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Aristide St. Clair
 Posted: Mar 19 2012, 12:31 AM
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"No," came Aristide's cheery reply. "I was called in from Dewittt Hospital to attend to your case. I'm an expert in pulmonary pathology in angels." He felt a small surge of self-congratulation that he'd gone to such lengths to research his role -- he'd spent a good chunk of his day poring over medical manuals, to determine a convincing reason for his visit. He actually had given his character a name, despite his little jest in the hall with the nurse, which he'd "borrowed" from an actual physician from Dewitt Hospital. "Dr. Arnold Svicksworth. You may have heard of me." Aristide stroked his beard in what he thought was a convincingly pompous manner.

Normally, the sight of Noah languishing in a hospital bed might have put him in a dour mood. Despite the successful surgery, the doctor still looked quite ill; he was a patchwork of gauze bandages and IV cables, presided over by a small army of medical equipment monitoring just about every bodily function short of bowel movements. But Aristide wore his false role like a buffer between himself and the reality of Noah's condition. He was the cheery foreign expert, called in to examine a most singular case of an angelic lung transplant, and he had no time for silly emotions like sorrow or regret.

Aristide strolled confidently to Noah's bedside, pulling the stethoscope from beneath his white lab coat. "So, how are you feeling, Mr. Crestwood? Aches, pains, weakness? Nurses treating you well? That's right, just sit up a bit, there we go, I'm going to check your heart rate."
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Noah Crestwood
 Posted: Mar 19 2012, 04:34 AM
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"But Dewittt is off island-," Noah began, already perplexed. It seemed the younger man knew something was off. His expression grew even more shocked at the name. Yes. He knew it...and this was likely not to Aristide's advantage.
Noah gave a slight stutter,
"B-but..no one told me you were coming--who called you? I can't afford a specialist..I can't afford you, n-not to say I'm not grateful. I've read much of what you've published--."
He might have been blushing like a school girl upon seeing her crush crossing the school yard. It was natural that Noah had studied Svicksworth...after all, many of his own health problems revolved around his lungs, and man before him was at the forefront of curing pulmonary disease...or so Noah thought.

He swallowed a bit dryly as the 'expert' drew near, and he forced himself to quit his embarrassing stammering.
"I..well, yes they have and.I've been dizzy, still sore. I can't take too deep of breaths yet," As he replied, mind still a bit boggled, he obeyed the request, but upon sitting straighter a sharp breath escaped him and he leaned back ever so slightly. He recovered quickly though, as if used to the sensation, "I can't twist my torso much," he breathed, eyeing the stethoscope..before adding, "...and don't you mean my lungs, Doctor? If you'd like to see my vitals, the specs are there."
He vaguely gestured to the luminescent numbers upon one of the surrounding machines.
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Aristide St. Clair
 Posted: Mar 19 2012, 04:56 AM
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"Oh, nonsense, it's my pleasure. It's strictly pro bono, Doctor, you needn't worry about that." He smiled broadly.

Aristide hadn't counted on Noah being familiar with his alter-ego's publications, but he hoped that wouldn't present too much of a problem. As long as Noah didn't spontaneously start quizzing him on all his previous publications... Besides, Aristide rather approved of the starry-eyed look Noah was giving him. My, I hadn't known I'd stolen the identity of a minor celebrity. The Doctor looks like he's about to get on his knees and-- "Well! That all sounds quite natural. I wouldn't worry about the soreness; you've suffered quite the ordeal these past few months, it's natural that you should experience some discomfort."

"…and don't you mean my lungs, Doctor? If you'd like to see my vitals, the specs are there."

Aristide stopped, the stethoscope midway to Noah's chest. He chirped a small, self-effacing laugh. Heart, lungs… the hell am I supposed to be expected to know the difference? "Did I say heart? I do apologize, it's been a rather hectic evening. Let's hope I don't get any more organs confused!" He belted out a loud, obnoxious guffaw.

To be entirely honest, Aristide had only ever once been treated to a medical examination where a stethoscope was used, and he based just about everything he knew about them on that experience. Now, let's see, the doctor had put these little thingamabobs in his ears, and this whoosamawhatsit against the patient's chest… There! Aristide squinted, trying to make sense of the feedback he received from the instrument. He couldn't help but feel that he was forgetting something...

Oh... right! "Take a deep breath, would you, Mr. Crestwood?"
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Noah Crestwood
 Posted: Mar 19 2012, 07:08 PM
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Noah offered an anxious smile,
"I'm grateful...I just wish someone had bothered to tell me. I would have at least brushed my hair-."

The guffaw made his visage contort to slight horror for a moment due to the sheer volume of it. The sound likely carried beyond the room, a few passerby's in the hallway pausing to eye each other in confusion before carrying about on there way.

"Yes, I'm...sure the trip was exhausting," he awkwardly recovered. The doctor wasn't exactly what he had expected...Noah had always imagined him to be quite severe and..certainly older. He cleared his throat some as the hand slipped through a wide hole in his hospital gown and the cool metal was placed to his chest...granted, he could hardly feel it through the thin sheets of bandages that secured his middle.
He nodded and tried to breathe deeply as asked, but again his brows furrowed and he went a bit tense from the effort. Noah was silent for a few long moments as the other seemed to listen, before he quietly said,
"..You know, you're..much younger than I thought you were. Don't take that as an insult, I'm just surprised.."
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Aristide St. Clair
 Posted: Mar 20 2012, 11:03 PM
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Noah was quite the little fact checker today, wasn't he? Aristide's smile quivered. Great Maker, does he interrogate every doctor who asks him how he's doing?

He channeled his self-pity into something more appropriate to his role as Doctor Svicksworth. "Oh, you're very kind to say so, but this beard isn't fooling anyone, I'm afraid," he said, huffing a victimized sigh. "My daughter convinced me to grow it out. Assured me it'd make me look younger, but I'm beginning to suspect it's all part of an elaborate joke to make her old man look silly. Teenagers," he groaned, removing the stethoscope's chestpiece and pulling the earplugs down so that they rested comfortably on his shoulders. "They expect the world from you, but what do you get in return? Nothing but backtalk and all sorts of newfangled words you don't understand. I swear, half the time I don't know if she's insulting me or telling me how wonderful a father I am."

Aristide's smile was so wide it almost touched his ears. Maker, he'd almost forgotten how much fun lying could be. He'd spent the past months without a direction, without a role, without some grand plan to make his life a sensational adventure. To tell the truth, he had started to feel a bit… washed-up. Like an out-of-work actor after the final show of a Silver Lantern Lane hit. Directionless, purposeless. Benjamin Montgomery. Maker, how he hated that name.

Slipping into the role of this gregarious codger was exactly the kick in the ass he needed. And Noah was ruining his fun.

Well, the best way to subvert Noah's suspicions was to lead the conversation in another direction entirely. Something that would throw Noah off-guard. Aristide smiled again, only this time, he had to fight to keep a mischievous spark in his eyes from giving him away. "Are you a family man, Dr. Crestwood?" he asked pleasantly. "Children, a wife? They drive you crazy, sometimes, but nothing gives your life meaning like a slew of children at your feet and a dutiful wife in your bed."
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Noah Crestwood
 Posted: Mar 20 2012, 11:35 PM
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Noah relaxed, his spine retreating back into the comfort of the pillows once the older doctor seemed satisfied with what he had heard. He offered a reassuring, crooked smile,
"I've heard they can be a handful...always following the fashions and times and what not. After the rebellious faze, children are supposed to get attached again, I think. It's just all a matter of waiting out the storm."

It was astonishing and..likely hilarious how quickly the smile vanished when he and marriage were suddenly in the turning of the topic. His shoulders visibly rose and his lips pursed, resulting in a half serious, half shocked, but entirely uncomfortable expression.
His hands, which had been resting lucidly in his lap, moved to grasp each other,
"No I--," he cleared his throat and tried to recover, "I've never humored myself in thinking that I would be successful with women, let alone the idea that one would actually want to procreate with me."

He spoke the words in a way that was like stating facts, rather than in a self defacing manner. Still, though, it certainly wasn't something he seemed to enjoy discussing,
"I don't mind children but I don't have the energy to keep up with them..and over the years I dare say that I've lost much interest..in women and marriage, that is."

Noah drew in a breath,
"Um."

And then made an unsuccessful attempt to change the topic,
"I suppose then that a family doesn't offer much distraction from your work? You seem like a very busy man."
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Aristide St. Clair
 Posted: Mar 21 2012, 07:21 AM
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"…over the years I dare say that I've lost much interest..in women and marriage, that is."

"Nonsense! There's a woman for everyone, I've always said, even the worst of us. I wrangled one of them into marrying me, didn't I? Ha!" He barked another spirited laugh.

"I suppose then that a family doesn't offer much distraction from your work? You seem like a very busy man."

Oh, no no no no, Aristide wasn't letting Noah get off that easy. "Pah!" He flopped a dismissive hand at Noah's face. Then, without ceremony, he plopped himself down on the edge of Noah's bed, resting a companionable hand on Noah's thigh. The gesture was carefully executed to appear chaste and platonic -- merely a friendly gesture by an amiable middle-aged physician. Dr. Svicksworth was a happily married man, after all.

Meanwhile, he prattled on as if Noah hadn't spoken, "Give it time, Dr. Crestwood. You're a strapping young fellow. Well, maybe not strapping, but… young. What are you, fourteen, fifteen? No, don't look at me like that, I kid, I kid. Younger than this old fart, that's for sure!" He slapped Noah's leg. He knew he was pushing it, that every overly-familiar gesture jeopardized his disguise. Foresight wasn't exactly Aristide's strong suit, though, and besides… part of him wondered just how far he could push him before Noah saw through his charade. "Anyway, it pains me to see such a promising young fellow give up hope. What is life without the love of a woman? Am I right?"

If Noah wasn't seething with suspicion by now, the next few sentences were bound to set off all sorts of alarms. Aristide applied just enough pressure to create a seed of doubt as to his amiable intentions. He said, "At least you're not one of them whatchamacallits... fairies, eh?" He barked another mirthful laugh. "You have that going for you!"
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Noah Crestwood
 Posted: Mar 24 2012, 12:40 AM
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Noah had been expecting an enthused, academic conversation. In fact, the younger was quite excited about going into the details of his successful transplant. He was technically a surge now, with aspects of his lungs partially mechanical...which in and of itself was amazing (considering the first attempted transplant nearly seven years ago failed due to inorganic parts).
Of course, this wasn't how things were going. He was disappointed, shocked and...mildly mortified. Also, incredibly uncomfortable. He hated discussing his love life with his own mother (in fact, it was probably easier to do with his sister), but with a..a colleague? One he had respected but never met?

Not to mention he severely disliked the topic. In fact, he avoided thinking about it with such severity that he had convinced himself that a love life was absurd for someone in his situation. It disturbed him when someone made it seem like a possibility (despite certain events that had passed...that he had tried to forget, and was failing to). In fact, those events seemed to be making this kind of discussion all the more terrible.

Noah seemed very aware of the hand on his thigh, so much so that he shifted a bit where he sat despite the discomfort in his torso..as if in a subtle way to shake it off. His discomfort was becoming increasingly obvious now. His eyes focused on the door, the clock, and his hands gripped the book in his lap. He was trapped where he was...and he didn't wish to be rude to the other. He couldn't just ask him to leave.

"At least you're not one of them whatchamacallits... fairies, eh?"
His gaze became attentive again. If would have been suspicious if the question hadn't been so...invasive...which was absurd. How could the other doctor possibly know. It wouldn't be the first time someone had used the term with Noah, even when he was younger. His lack of physical masculinity was to cause for that. It showed in his wide eyes and pursed lips, though, that he must have been recalling the moments outside the Carfax club and within an abandoned hallway within the Nightingale. It appeared as if Aristide had pegged him. At least for a moment.

Noah, who seemed to be approaching embarrassment, narrowly avoided it. His cheeks grew flushed, but not from anything akin to shame. The young doctor's eyebrows knitted in a way that suggested a sort of building anger.
"I have no intention of offending you, doctor," he began, tone steadily growing severe and his jaw tight, "but not every man needs a woman to complete himself, nor does a woman need a man."
He paused, as if he himself did not quite understand where this irritation was arising. But he was angry.
Perhaps because he had always been a logical, unbiased individual. He himself had encountered bias in his life due to his physical appearance. These bigoted comments ran along that same vein for Noah. Not only that, but he had encountered so called fairies. To of them...neither seemingly sane, but both capable of unspeakable things that nothing by the name of 'fairy' should be capable of accomplishing.
He did not admit that he might also be one of individuals (again, the subject of sexuality was something he was keen on avoiding), but still he felt insulted for them.
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Aristide St. Clair
 Posted: Mar 24 2012, 10:56 PM
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Well, this was unexpected. Aristide had expected a great deal of squirming and fidgeting from the young doctor, possibly a smigden of embarassment… maybe a mortified blush, just for good meausure. This sort of righteous indignation was unanticipated, however. It wasn't that Aristide thought Noah was a bigot. It's just that Noah had no reason to defend Aristide's lifestyle, not when he so obviously contemned the very floor he walked on.

Which could mean only one thing. Noah was defending Aristide against Dr. Svicksworth's bigoted insights.

He felt a kindling of pride. That was it. In his excitement, Aristide failed to even consider that Noah's anger may have stemmed from some internal conflict. Perhaps Noah had grown to accept that part of himself, or perhaps -- and far more likely -- he simply wouldn't tolerate bigotry of any form, regardless of whom it targeted.

No, Aristide was far too caught up in his own wildly self-aggrandizing theory that he completely missed the point. Suddenly, the thought of maintaining his disguise didn't seem so important. After all, Noah wasn't going to betray him, not after a remark like that!

He leaned in close, grinning behind his thicket of faux beard. His hand tightened on Noah's thigh; a small gesture intended to be reassuring, but to Noah, was probably extraordinarily jarring. "That's quite true, Doctor," he said, and this time, he let a sliver of theatricality tease through, "After all, we've been managing just fine without them, hmmm?"
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 Posted: Mar 25 2012, 01:04 AM
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The hand tightening on his leg was almost enough to ring several alarms. The sensation caused an intense and extremely disconcerting case of dejavu. A sudden, recognizable fear grasped him, but he could not recall why or how.

Or at least, he couldn't until the swift change in the other doctor's voice. Everything became remarkably obvious in an instant. Aristide had been recognizable from the start..from his hair color, skin, and eyes...the way he walked, the size and detail of his hands and the loud laugh that had given him a start. It was as if the most recent minutes were passing in front of his eyes as he stared, dumbfounded and shocked at the other.

Every gesture. The closeness. The questions that Noah thought could hold no possible insight suddenly were as true as his paranoia had deemed them to be. The steady, audible pulse of his heart that had once been forgotten noise was growing obvious as the beeping of the heart monitor quickened. It filled the striked silence, and blood rushed to the surface of Noah's skin.

His visage was torn. Noah slowly noticed the sudden lack of space between them, and he pressed deeper into his pillows in retreat. Fear, surprise, and shame swam across his face in waves. In fact, the only emotion that didn't seem present there was relief.
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Aristide St. Clair
 Posted: Mar 25 2012, 01:49 AM
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Hum. Not exactly the warm welcome Aristide had expected. In fact, Noah was making every effort to sink through the pillows in humiliation.

"Hmm," was Aristide's only reaction, for the first several stages of Noah's dawning realization. He sat back, removing his hand perfunctorily from Noah's leg. Well, say something then, dammit! When Noah didn't, he threw up both hands, slapping them down on his own thighs in a gesture of helpless defeat. "You know, I don't know why, but when I planned this little caper, I envisioned it going quite differently than it is now." He said it only half-jokingly.

"At least tell me you like my disguise." He threw up his arm in a dramatic half-arc, bringing his hand around to stroke his faux beard. He kept his pinky high in a mockery of his overdramatic alter-ego, the Great and Glorious Prince Aristide St. Clair. "You have no idea how long it took me to get this rat's nest to stick." He fiddled with the end of his beard, twirling the end around his index finger as he eyed Noah, a wolfish grin on his face. Maker, Noah really had no idea how damned appetizing that slightly-rumpled hospital gown made him…

But then, Noah wouldn't even be in this situation if not for Aristide. Like a light switching off, all his bright-eyed mischievousness drained away, leaving behind something that looked overwhelmingly like genuine concern. "So. Noah." His hand came away from his beard to rest in his lap, leaving a dramatic curl in the end. "How are you?"
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 Posted: Mar 25 2012, 02:22 AM
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Noah didn't utter a word, nor did his posture change. The whirlpool of emotions that was his face calmed, settling into a pursed frown, distraught eyes and furrowed brows. This expression didn't sway even with Aristide's dramatic display.
He swallowed dryly and his chest felt painfully tight. At least now his eyes moved, finally taking in the other's appearance despite the fact that he should have the moment he walked in the door.
Still, though, it was as if he didn't see the lecherous grin he had often shown extreme adversity to before. He just appeared...distraught.


"So. Noah."

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"How are you?"


Even after the inquiry, silence threatened to return. The doctor's eyes, which had moved so rapidly, had calmed..now only searching Aristide's face with still quick, but minuscule movements of his iris.
What he spoke next was airy, the words rough now that his throat had gone dry. He looked at Aristide, but the statement didn't seem directed towards him...Noah uttered them to himself.
"I didn't think you would come back"
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