Medicine Man ~OPEN

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Jason walked into the infirmary holding a concentrated expression on his face. It was a slow day today. Although there was one person from the fourth cohort, something about their Centurion attacking them. Jason glanced at the patient. He wasn't badly wounded. Just a few scratches from the blade. He knew who the centurion was for that cohort and he counted the young man lucky. Most people joined the daughter of deaths legion of dead once they crossed her. He was pretty disappointed in the individual after she sent a rush of patients into the infirmary. He and his Apollo siblings worked overtime getting the campers healthy, some weren't so lucky. Though he couldn't say she was the only one with power mishaps. It happened nearly everyday, hence the infirmary. Everyday it had at least one or two kids in here on quiet days, normally the numbers were in the teens. Roman training is tough. They gave the marines a run for their money.

"Hey young man, tough practice? I'll get ya cleaned up and out again in no time." Jason said flashing one of his picturesque smiles that he formed back in his acting years. He could vaguely hear the legionnaire mutter something about how he would be safer staying in the infirmary. Jason smiled softly as he got a washcloth and wiped the bloodstains off the cuts while humming a tune. He fed the kid some ambrosia and in ten seconds he was running out of the infirmary like a bunny on its first day of Spring.

"So, I just need you sign some discharge papers." Jason muttered as he crumbled up the paperwork all legionnaires were required to sign after being healed in the infirmary. Like always, they were left unsigned and the waste basket kept piling. He didn't know why they kept being printed out. Something along the lines of official business whatever. The least they could do was add a recycling bin in so not all the paper was wasted. Though, he wasn't a kid of Ceres so he didn't mind.

Jason leaned back in one of the infirmary beds that haven't been in use today. He thought of a play, finally he thinks of one and recites one of the lines. "The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased.". He smirked, it had been ages sine he read Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett. For some reason that line just reminded him to not feel bad about unaccomplished feats. Whether that was the true meaning, Jason had no idea.

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notes: OPEN!!

[maddison]

Maddison had been training for much too long, and not just for a Venus girl's opinion. Her insomnia had led her to be training since, oh say, four a.m. this morning, and it now had to be approaching around ten or so. Six hours with minimal breaks was stretching the point of mental and physical endurance that she was comfortable with. Not to mention, the hair that kissed the nape of her neck was turning sticky with the unpleasant sweat that was an unfortunate side effect of training. Her mascara had held up rather nicely though, which was immensely surprising considering she was down to her last bottle, and that was her least favorite brand. Revlon-ugh. Her personal favorite were the kinds that could only be found in high-end stores, such as Mac or Sephora, but she had to make do when she didn't have the time to slip from Camp and into the city. Not that she couldn't have pilfered something from one of the other Venus descendants, but it had been four in the freaking morning-and to her family, even she wasn't that mean. Though to her cohort, she couldn't give two cents about their feelings-which was obvious from the way she had woken up at least six of them on her way out of the barracks (three, of which she woke up on purpose-and rather rudely). Though, was it really her fault that one had been laying on her shorts, and another had had her deodorant suspiciously close to her bed (she did not need their disgusting DNA on her beauty products-thank you very much).

Aiming one rather jolting kick to his stomach, she made quick work of disarming a Ceres boy (decidedly her final opponent for the afternoon, considering she thought she deserved a break). No need to even add insult to injury, considering the very concept of getting your ass handed to you on a silver platter by a Venus descendant was considered enough of an insult around here. Something which she sneered at, but perhaps that was because she was also a result of the goddess Nemesis, and as such, had a bit of a nasty, violent streak. Her fellow family on Venus' side, she supposed, weren't typically the best fighters she'd admit. But most people who had sparred with her before knew that she was one to be reckoned with at the very least. Everyone else who challenged her to sparring, on the other hand, assumed that she couldn't physically harm a fly even if she wanted to. That was their first mistake. Their second mistake? Possibly being so stupid as to even contemplate the idea of interacting with her. And she only thought 'possibly', because chances were that they had made a lot of other stupid mistakes in their lives. The Romans weren't the brightest.

Meticulously adjusting her pink headband after she dropped her sword in the grass, Maddison began her brisk stroll to the infirmary. Sure to be her first stop before she took a shower, and then treated herself to a little lunch. After all there was a nasty, deep cut on her leg from a certain Mars kid that would need a little healing if she didn't plan on losing a sizable amount of blood. Brushing her ponytail back over her shoulder one more time as she entered the infirmary, Maddi only barely caught the literature that some moronic, no-doubt cheerful, Apollo kid was reciting. "Let us not speak? Sounds like a good plan to me, blondie. Because I'm sure in time your intelligence would prove to put Beckett to shame.

[/color]" She huffed irritably, stomping up to the younger boy and pointing impatiently at her bloodied leg (thank the gods that the cut was low enough on her leg that no blood had stained her shorts). "Though may I say, you're going to be plenty unhappier if you don't fix that up pronto. [/color]"


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notes ;; i'm sorry she's so mean? lol
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His moment of relaxation was interrupted when the woman walked into the infirmary. How dare she twist his words into that? He loved speaking. It was the child actor in him. He glanced up at the woman and -woah! She must have some claim to Venus because his brain became all jumbled and was barely able to shake himself out of it. He hoped he hadn't looked like a dork, though it was pretty obvious he probably did. Jaw down, eyes wide dork look. Once he shook himself out of it he realized that the blonde woman had just insulted his intelligence. "I guess if my intelligence is bad you wouldn't mind me NOT healing you. The practice of medicine can only fall upon intelligent hands." Jason said as he continued to lay in one of the infirmary chairs.

Jason did glance at the cut on the girls leg. Though he wasn't sure he would call it a cut. To him it looked more like a scratch. "I don't even know why you came in for healing? All you need is some water, alcohol for infection, and possible a Hello Kitty band-aid." Jason said with a smirk. "Unless you really do need someone to do everything for you because your intelligence is incapable of it.. Jason stated with a slight chuckle. Though, since it was his job here at camp he forced himself out of the bed.

"Before you get all in a huff, lie down on one of the cots so we can fix your little scratch." Jason said as he went and got a water bottle, sponge, disinfectant, and some band-aids that featured Asterix and Obelix characters. He went over to one of the tables next to an empty infirmary bed and pulled out his favorite rolling doctor stool. "Though I should warn you, the disinfectant might stink. But your Roman, you should be able to handle it. If not, then perhaps you should quit the Legion while your ahead." Jason said in a very unemotional voice. He hated when he would treat people for minor wounds and they ended up crying like a baby. It made him wonder why the heck Lupa let them join the legion. Though, he thinks his buddy Ethan would prefer not getting hurt. Jason believes that he wouldn't cry just over a cut though. Jason shook hi head, some people.

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notes: I think Jason was worse, sorry for short reply. Muse got drained.

[maddison]

Rolling her eyes at his temporary bout of speechlessness, Maddison was tempted to inquire as to what the reason for it, but she ultimately decided against it. There were really only three reasons which she could think of on her own, those three being the obvious of course. One (and perhaps the most obvious reason): he was a moron. Two: the poor boy was actually surprised by her blunt rudeness. Or option number three, which was equally probable-she smirked-and that was even with a little blood and sweat (no tears, mind you), she still looked positively like a showstopper. Okay, well it wasn't even one of those probability questions-she did look excellent, no matter the situation. And thank you grandmother dearest for that gift, her eyes flickered upwards temporarily as she brushed a loose strand of her hair from her eyes. Okay, so perhaps she lied, she did feel the overwhelming need to comment. It was an unfortunate fatal personality flaw. Then again, weren't most of personality traits considered flaws? She thought so-and it appeared, so did everyone else. "Listen, I know I'm pretty, but there's no need to stare. I'm sure you don't have much dignity, but this can't be good for whatever's left of it.

[/color]" Both in her eyes and anyone else's.

"I have to make do with what I've got, and seeing as there are no intelligent hands in this Camp, you'll do for now.[/color]" Unless of course Minerva decided to pay a visit to the Camp, or perhaps Apollo himself. But she highly doubted that either of those circumstances were likely, and even if they were-she would probably find some reason as to why they were unintelligent as well (though Apollo might be forgiven for his stupidity on the account of the fact that he was beyond beautiful to look at-or so she had heard. she could believe though, considering she knew that at least his kids were typically semi-decent in appearance).

Stepping back to allow him enough space to slip by her, Maddi persistently followed him over to one of the few open beds. "Hello Kitty band-aid, hm? What, does that come from your personal collection?[/color]" She retorted in annoyance as she settled herself comfortably on the clean bed. A bed which was possibly even more comfortable than the one that she was allowed in her barracks. Though in her defense, she had tried to solve that problem by custom-ordering a mattress, but apparently the Camp wouldn't even allow the temporary luxury of comfort. Not that this was surprising. They were all sticklers for keeping things in the most unpleasant manner that they could possibly be. "My intelligence is perfectly fine, I assure you, I just don't keep alcohol hidden under my bed-so I do, in fact, require something of you. Not that you seem intelligent .[/color]" Perhaps some gauze too considering the cut was a few inches long, but that was something that she actually did stash in her barrack. Hardly pink or Hello Kitty themed, however.

"If it's too bad, I'll let you know if I need you to kiss it and make it better,[/color]" Maddi commented with every ounce of sarcasm she could muster, as she looked with clear distaste at the boy. Technically she could have retired from the legion any one of these days since she had filled the allotted time requirement, but she had still yet to leave. Possibly because she found too much stress relief in both physically and verbally harassing the members of the Camp that so obviously deserved it. Case in point being Jason for the moment. "I think I've been here longer than you little boy so I know what to expect by this point. Like poor medical service, and Apollo boys who talk too much.[/color]"



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notes ;; eh, she expects the rudeness from everyone<3
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Jason smirked at her comment on his dignity. "Oh I have plenty of dignity, enough to spare really. Let's see...Five million dollars of dignity worth. Yes, that sound about it." Although he wouldn't be able to access the account that held his money until after his service in the legion it was still nice to have. Despite it coming from his exhausting acting days as a child. He still hated the deceased manager and didn't regret an ounce that he was the cause of his managers death. He actually was pretty gluten about it.

"I guess it takes one to know one. Though, I can get to know you anyway you want." Jason said with a wink of his eye. He could play pretty little words games with this dame if he wanted. She was in his domain. Besides, he was the only on duty. She also needed his help, unless she wanted that cut to get worst. Since she did state that she had no alcohol underneath her bed. "No I suppose you don't. You probably keep other...unmentionable objects underneath there. After all a descendant of Venus must get lonely at times." Jason said with a chuckle. Though, he covered it up with a cough into his fist. "Sorry, long hours can make you not think straight." Jason responded with a very realistic fake yawn.

Jason smirked at the mention of kissing her wound. "Now gorgeous, don't tempt me. I'm pretty sure kissing you would make my day." Jason stated as he grabbed the sponge and splashed the water on it, which was cold and began to mop up the blood encircling the wound. Ignoring her last comment. " So I have questions I need to fill out the injury report form." Jason said as he set the sponge down and grabbed the clipboard with pen and paper attached.

Jason grabbed the the disinfectant and applied it to the wound and watched as it bubbled as it cleaned out the infection. It had to sit for a minute so Jason cleared his throat and began rattling off the questions.

"Alright, I need your name, Date of birth, gender, injury, and how you would rate the pain on a scale of one to ten. Also the final question; Are you single and willing to go out on a luxurious date with your handsome doctor?" Jason asked with a cocky grin.

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[maddison]

"Oh, you're rich, how fascinating.

[/color]" Maddison commented, yet again sarcastically, as she took a few seconds to pick at her nails. This whole blood thing was ruining the manicure which she had given herself only yesterday. Red did not mix well with 'strawberry fields pink', she observed as she attempted to rub some of the blood from her thumbnail, but to no avail. Yes she would certainly need a shower if she was going to manage to eliminate any traces of the blood-especially if she hoped to avoid the irritating 'mess up your pretty little appearance, Petroski?' comments from the irritating legionnaires-such as Remus, Haley, etc. Well to be honest, any one of the campers, except perhaps that dorky little Neptune girl. Now Clare would at least be sensible and pleasant enough to leave her be, something which even Maddison could appreciate. Secretly only, of course. Taking a liking to the 'tainted' daughter of Neptune would not reflect well on her 'I hate everyone, and everything' outlook on life.

Curling her fingers into a harsh grip on the infirmary bed sheets, Maddison fixed the Apollo boy with a rather nasty glare. As if she would want to get to know him in any way. Unless of course the option was there of getting to know what it felt like to drive a dagger through his irritating self. "Excuse me?[/color]" Her mouth hung open in shock for only a second before the look in her eyes contorted to one of plain frustration and anger. Of course she was still internally shocked that he had said something so irritatingly suggestive, but she managed to cover it up well enough. Reaching up her hand, she lifted it behind his head and went to give him a solid smack to the back of his head. "Oh trust me, if I was lonely-I have much better options. Just because you probably can't get a girl to save your life doesn't mean the rest of us have such dating problems.[/color]" Which was true enough. She didn't often take the time to bother with boys, or anyone really, but when she felt like it, her pretty looks-and the charm which she surprisingly could manage-were enough to catch one's attention.

"While I don't doubt that it would make your day, it'd ruin mine.[/color]" The blonde girl assured him in a snarky manner, resisting the urge to shiver at the icy water. Didn't they believe in heating in the infirmary? Rolling her eyes to herself, she aggressively pulled the clipboard and pen from his grasp. Ignoring the slight sting that the disinfectant brought, she put pen to paper and scribbled her answers down in that unusual bubbly handwriting of hers (unusual because anything 'bubbly' usually couldn't be associated with Maddison). She didn't entirely trust the boy to correctly write down the answers she gave, and she was much too impatient to wait for him to do it himself anyhow-considering he was most likely so idiotic as to try and drag out the process for as long as possible. Not to mention she was reluctant to give him any clue as what her name was considering he'd probably attempt to make some hilarious flirty line out of it. Not that there was much you could do with 'Maddison', but with his title as prince of the morons, she was sure he would find a way to make her want to gag.

Case in point, she tilted her head to the side with a condescending smirk. "Oh that's cute. You actually think I would date you? The only thing even remotely handsome about you is your hair, and even that is so-so,[/color]" She pursed her lips, considering that he most likely had decent abs too-but hey, she would sure as hell never say that aloud. Another thing she wouldn't say aloud? Whether or not she single. Because while she was, that was almost asking for sexual harassment. "Then there's the fact that you're just annoying as all hell..And if you look at my birthdate, genius, you'd find that you're most likely considered jailbate in my eyes.[/color]" Maddi informed him rather rudely, noting the fact that he looked at least a few years younger than herself, as she shoved the clipboard back into his stomach with a sickly sweet smile.


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word count ;; 720
notes ;; FEEL THE HATE<3
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Jason smirked at the rich comment. Then he glanced and saw the blonde picking at her nails. Her tiny little incident probably destroyed whatever selfless act she had done to pamper herself. Jason rolled his eyes. "You beauty people. Always trying to look glamorous when you don't even have to work at it." Jason said, almost as a compliment. He cleared his throat. "Though, I believe a garbage bag over your face would be a much better improvement to your exterior. That way it can match your interior, dirty, stinky, and unwanted." Jason said in order to backfire his compliment. Which was very close, though it was a nice coverup. He needed to keep his emotion steadfast with this individual. It wasn't common he was an irritating jerk but this one feisty blonde just managed to hit the right buttons. First she entered his domain like she owned the place then demanded his care without out even a please or thank you.

Jason couldn't help but let out a laugh at her sudden emotion at his comment. He couldn't help but think for a woman who has such a thick exterior it was easy to get under her skin. Heck, with the way they both kept battering each other with insults they could be stuck in the infirmary arguing until the next fall of Rome. He laughed more at the comment of him not getting any girls. Heck, he still got frequent letters from A-Listers begging for him to come back to Hollywood and take them out on an extreme date. He checked out the blonde real fast with his eyes before pursing his lips in though. "I don't know about not getting any girls. Though none seem to be quite a catch as you. Your a stand out to all these boring Romans who walk in. At least you know how to take an oral beating." Jason said with his famous acting smile. Sure it was a compliment but heck, he couldn't be mean twenty-four seven, even if the blonde next to him was capable. It just wasn't worth his time some days.

Jason glanced at the patient. Right, like actually kissing her would make his day. He only said that to get on her nervous. Though, as he glanced at them, her pink lips did seem awfully kissable. And thus the thought finally went into his head. "Stop it Jason, she a Venus kid. Don't fall into their venomous trap." He hated that about Venus, stupid Goddess of love. Just when you think you have one thing in life that you can control they have to have some God or Goddess who ends being the ultimatum in that decision. He noticed the tension in the leg at the cold liquid. "Sorry, infirmary is on a budget. Too much money being spent training and pampering the Legion, though I guess if an epidemic came about we would actually get sufficient funding." Jason stated annoyed. He had to buy the recent band-aids at the local Wal-Mart, they didn't even have the materials for Apollo kids to make their homemade better-than-store-bought bandages anymore.

"Hey, that paperwork is meant to be filled out by the DOCTOR not patient. Not like I was going to lie about anything. Ever heard of doctor-patient confidentiality?" Jason exclaimed with annoyance at the snatch of his board. Once the blonde finished scrawling her information and slammed it into his stomach he grinned and grabbed it. "Thank you." Jason said venomously. "Jailbait? Please, what do you call the Gods mingling with humans then? Besides, not like its that big of a difference." Jason stated as he read her information. Maddison Petroski, legacies of Venus and Nemesis, twenty. He smirked. Venus and Nemesis, well this Maddison was a catch indeed.

"So, Maddison Petroski, you forgot to tell me. What was the pain scale. One being nothing, or ten being worse. This is to see if you will be exempt from any of you daily activities." Jason muttered as he set the clipboard down and cleaned off the disinfectant off of Maddisons cut. He ribbed open a large bandaid and placed it over the wound. "Careful not to get that in water. Replace that bandage tomorrow in order to not cause an infection." Jason stated. He was in his doctor thinking. Hence why he had not poked jest at Maddison.

"Maddison Petroski, what a very unique name. I'll be sure to remember that." Jason said to himself as he got up from his doctor stool and walked over to the pharmisicist counter and grabbed a pad of blue notes with big black letters stating EXCUSE. That way depending on what she said he at least had the notes. Heck, even if it was a one on her pain scale, he'll probably be nice Jason and excuse her from her least favorite activity. Not like anyone would question an Apollos kids judgement when it came to medicine. Besides, he had given this Maddison a hard enough time during her visit here.

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notes: Yay! A nice long nice Jason post!

[maddison]

Glancing up from her nails, Maddi lifted one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows in slight confusion at the boy's words. It sounded almost vaguely like a compliment, something which she almost never was on the receiving end of unless she was purposefully trying to charm a boy or two (or the person simply wasn't familiar enough with her to know better yet). So naturally, she wasn't sure what her reaction was-she was considering just snarling as per usual-though he solved the problem for her as he only piled on a negative remark to cancel out whatever civility had existed for even just a second. Much better. She didn't like being caught outside of her comfort zone. "Hardly..This is Jo Malone perfume-

[/color]" The girl retorted with an air of superiority, in true Venus fashion, as response to at least the 'stinky' adjective. The other two? Well she noticeably opted not to argue those. She might have been a terrible person, but at least she didn't attempt to pretend like she wasn't.

Narrowing her eyes in clear irritation at his obnoxious laughter, Maddison had to mentally restrain herself from aiming a kick to his abdomen. She was already on Zidane's watch-list, she was certain. As for Remus, he practically had it out for her-so unless he legitimately gave her probable cause for breaking one of his ribs, she doubted either of them would be very understanding. Perhaps if she brought up the fact that the boy was verbally sexually harassing her then that would be excuse enough, but likely not. Especially since they weren't even likely to believe her over what was most likely a goody two-shoes Apollo healer. "And apparently you don't know how to take rejection-shocking, considering you must be so used to it by this point.[/color]" She grumbled, unable to stop another roll of her eyes at what she assumed was supposed to be a charming smile. Ugh. Idiot.

"Stare all you want, it's still not happening, Rapunzel.[/color]" Maddison smirked, not missing the opportunity to cruelly taunt the boy for even his slight darting glance to her lips. Turning her attention away from him temporarily, she glanced over curiously to the number of full beds littering the infirmary. Remus going off on another one of his temper tantrums, she wondered. Noting one red-headed little boy, she reminded herself that she would have to sneak him some dessert later seeing as he was technically one of her 'uncles'-even if he was only thirteen. "I'll make sure to catch the plague soon then,[/color]" She muttered to herself under her breath, bringing her attention back to the cut on her leg, which was no longer covered by dry red blood. A better job than most would have done, not that she would thank him for it of course.

"Oh relax, blondie. I wouldn't trust you with filling out that form accurately for anything,[/color]" She snapped, throwing the pen back at him just as impolitely as she had returned the clipboard. She still wasn't even sure what the purpose of these silly forms were-aside from allowing irritating Apollo boys the pleasure of knowing every little detail about their poor patients (for as she had noted, he'd already snagged her age and name right off the chart). Not like a Roman didn't nearly get maimed every other day-what was the point of recording that? "Comparing me to a goddess now? Precious.[/color]" Obviously not what he meant, and she was clearly perfectly aware of that-but she still had to comment for the snarky and vain annoyance factor. She didn't suppose though that there was much difference, but hell if she ever said that.

As soon as he slapped the band-aid on her leg, Maddison gracefully hopped back to her feet, ignoring the slight protest that her leg made. The sooner she was permitted to leave, the better her mood would be. Not that her mood was ever rather pleasant, but there were times when at least it was less horrible. "I'd give it an eight, though...[/color]" She paused, as if thoughtful. "Only an eight after having to endure your company. Before that, it was around a 1.2.[/color]" She remarked with that trademark bitter sass. However, she was smart enough to make it a point to mentally note his suggestions regarding her leg. Infections were almost always nastier than the cuts that caused them after all.

"Will that be all now, Doctor Rapunzel?[/color]"






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notes ;; she changed her mind, it's Rapunzel because of his blonde locks and his ability to heal lol
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Jason raised an eyebrow. "Jo Malone? Is that name suppose to meant something." He sniffs the air around Maddi secretly. It didn't smell like anything, actually as he ever really smelled in the infirmary was sweat and blood. Not the best perfume in the world truthfully. "Well for some big name perfume it sure doesn't work. I don't smell anything besides the normal infirmary smell, though the air is a tad more pungent then normal." Jason replied with a sarcastic smirk.

Jason laughed a little at the rolls of her eyes. "Well, I don't try on people I know I can't get. So, with that being said, you will eventually come groveling to me." Jason replied with a laugh at the word groveling. Of course he highly doubted that she of all people would do that. Yet he couldn't help but jest at her. Sure, some may go as far as calling it verbal abuse but when your Roman that was for kids. Honestly, if you couldn't handle verbal abuse how on Earth were you suppose to handle actual physical attacks. Some people were such babies.

He perked up at the mention of being called Rapunzel. "A pet name, awe you shouldn't have. Let me think of one for you." Jason exclaimed. He muttered some common known pet names, honeybun, cutiepie, and others. "I could borrow the nickname the death girl gave you. What was it, Madders? Nah, thats too mean, gosh that weird chick is annoying." Jason thought some more finally a smile evolved on his face. "Charming. If I am Rapunzel then you are my Prince, and a charming one at that." Jason retorted.

At the little remark of her catching the plague soon Jason raised an eyebrow. "Was that actual some other emotion then hate in your voice?' Jason asked curiously. He glanced at the beds of the patients that needed still some long term care. Nothing he could do about it right now at the least. What they needed more then anything was some friends to comfort them and raise their morale. While they may all still be Romans they still needed a friend to cry with, laugh with, even to talk to. No one deserved to be truly alone.

Jason sighed. Nothing will make this girl even associate nicely to him, though he would admit that he wasn't being entirely nice either. "However since it is official Camp business and I could lose my somewhat job I'm afraid to disappoint you when I would have filled the form out correctly. Thanks for my pen back." Jason stated a tad annoyed as he reached down and picked up the pen which had fallen to the floor. As he leaned up he looked her dead in the face. "You need to learn the differences from a compliment and an insult Charming." Jason grumbled.

Jason smirked at the comment on her pain scale. Well if she admitted to having an eight then he would treat her like a level eight patient. He stood between her and the exit. "Sorry Charming, only patients with a pain level lower then five are allowed to leave the infirmary, and since you had me write down an eight, I'm afraid you are stuck her for the day. Please take the cot next to red-headed Henry and I will inform the camp that you will be missing your other activities for the day." Jason said with a smirk. Oh boy, he was so going to get it now. Yet, he didn't feel any remorse for what he just did. In fact, he had already taken the pleasure to inform camp that she would be relieved of all duties for the the day. This descendant of Nemesis and Venus was about to spend more time with lovely, charming Jason. Perhaps he should dawn on his armor in case. Though, he was secretly hoping she might be nice and associate with the other patients and help them.

"Look, if you really want to go thats fine. Though I already excused you for the day. I was hoping you might talk to some of the patients. They like seeing a new face around, especially a pretty one." Jason asked sincerely. He really hoped he wasn't about to get his head bashed in.

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[maddison]

To anyone who knew anything about the perfume world, yes, it was supposed to mean something. She decided not to waste her breath on haughtily informing him of that though-not like he could possibly comprehend the concept of high-quality beauty essentials. "That's because it's been six hours in training, obviously, you dimwit.

[/color]" Not even Jo Malone was built for that kind of wear and tear, as lovely as the perfume brand was. If she breathed in though, she could catch the small hint of pink grapefruit under everything else. That was most likely because she was quite obviously closest to the scent. Not that she would mention this theory, seeing as he would, no doubt, take it as an invitation to creepily edge himself closer to her. And she hated the majority of people on principle, so when they were in close proximity, her distaste for them only increased.

Maddison could almost always secretly admire a person's confidence (keyword: secretly), but in this case, she couldn't even find it in her to do just that. Groveling, in reference to her? Now that was just inaccurate, impossible and even grammatically incorrect if one asked her. Grammatically incorrect because obviously the word could not properly be used in the same sentence as her own being. She didn't grovel, nor beg, nor even say 'pretty please'..well at least she hadn't in a rather long time (excluding the time two or so years ago when she was below the point of rock bottom). "Only in your dreams..or my nightmares,[/color]" She amended the last part, shuddering in part just to place extra emphasis on how unappealing that variety of nightmare might be to her.

Another thought: what sane person was actually fond of pet names? She supposed she often called her 'aunt' Julia, darling and other little names, but that was socially acceptable considering she actually enjoyed the company of the other girl. Not to mention she was simply teasing when she used the terms. Or in the case of Rapunzel here, mocking. Apparently he lacked the intelligence to pick up on that however. "Try Madders and I will maim you,[/color]" The blonde informed him in a neutral tone, as if threatening to severely injure another person was nothing to get too intensely worked up over. Which in the camp, it wasn't. Especially not for someone who was so surprisingly threatening and violent as Maddison. "I won't argue that she's an annoying little twerp though,[/color]" She mumbled to herself, finally able to agree with the blonde-haired Apollo boy on something. Though she was sure many would agree with them on that. No one needed to be as happy or as talkative as that girl was-not all the time, it had to be unhealthy or something. "Does that mean you openly acknowledge the fact that you're a girly little princess at least? Because I hear acceptance is a very important first step.[/color]" Though that was often the first step in the Alcoholics Anonymous group, not the Fairy Princess Problems Group that this nameless boy must have been a part of.

"Yes, it was called sarcasm.[/color]" She informed him with another rude glare, looking almost offended that he had the audacity to listen closely enough to pick up on her muttered comments (that were clearly only meant to be heard by herself). Not that plenty of the campers would mind if she caught the plague-well actually perhaps that might, if only because it was highly contagious. Picking at some stray threads on her shorts meticulously, Maddi briefly tuned out the little 'doctor' speech that the healer boy felt it was apparently necessary to dole out. Really he should have known better at this point to think she would care, she believed. Hm, perhaps some people really were hopeless. Only tuning back in as he attempted to make eye contact, Maddi's eyebrows rose in a 'is that so' expression. "I'm perfectly aware of the difference-I simply choose to ignore it.[/color]" It was easier that way, seeing as most of the remarks aimed at her in Camp were insults-so she had become very skilled at turning people's words around into a compliment simply to annoy the insulter.

Narrowing her eyes in anger-and a flicker of what appeared to be disbelief-Maddi firmly planted her hands on her hips, a stance which almost always screamed that 'someone's in trouble now'. Why she couldn't have kept her mouth shut, and why he couldn't have perhaps not been an annoying smartass, she wasn't sure. Well actually she was quite positive that those things were in both of their natures respectively. "I wouldn't recommend pissing me off, little healer boy. Make no mistake that I will charmspeak you to the point where you slit your own throat,[/color]" The girl snarled, going to toe-to-toe with the boy and still managing to appear rather intimidating despite the considerable height difference between him and her. Unfortunately though she couldn't find fault in spending at least a few minutes talking to poor little Henry (no one else though, they certainly weren't worth the time or effort). Still, she lifted her right foot just enough to slam it down rather viciously on his own foot-putting enough force behind it to actually potentially injure his foot. "Scale of one to ten?[/color]" She smirked before flipping her hair over her shoulder as she turned around and took up temporary residence at Henry's bedside-whispering something to him quietly, earning herself an amused childish giggle from the boy (something which made her lips twitch slightly in amusement, but not much considering there were still witnesses who weren't family-idiot healer boy included).



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Jason just smirked his lips in the way he did when he really didn't care about the reply a certain individual had to say. Though when Maddi agreed with him about the stupid Pluto girl he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. "Don't even get me started on the incident she had last summer. All of those people. Someone should have sent her to be eaten by Lupa. She is a disgrace to the Legion and now she is a centurion. Obviously she manipulated the minds of the praetors mind." Jason stated with so much venom it probably could of killed someone. He probably sounded meaner then Maddi did at the moment but if there was one person he would never treat, no matter how deadly the wound it would be Felicity. For all he cared he could join her father in the Underworld, not in the lively sense either. "I am so glad you are not one of those delusional people who think she has gotten better." Jason said with a glare in his eyes. That was a truthful statement. He didn't care if Maddi and him argued about everything in the world, as long as they both agreed on that one fact he was okay being in her presence.

He grinned, "Only for you Charming. You can be knight in shining armor and I'll only be your princess." Jason said with a twinkle in his eye and a goofy smile. It had come to the point where he doesn't take her insults seriously, though when had he ever? To him this was just a huge pile of giggles and poops that he was enjoying very much due to the fact that today had been very boring.

Jason pretended to think her offer of charm speak over. Though he was pretty sure she would be kicked out of the legion for murder. Then again, that Felicity chick didn't get kicked out and as far as he was concerned that "mistake" was still murder. "Now Charming. I don't know if you have been informed about murder but people don't tend to appreciate that action. Charm speaker or not." Though Jason was impressed she was a charm speaker. He had no idea. So this blonde was pretty perfect in Jasons eyes. Feisty, beautiful, and powerful. It was his perfect woman. He didn't care if Maddison charmspeaked him to stay away forever he would find away to admire this wonderful person in front of him.

Jasons face grimaced at the pain that shocked through his foot. Yet he kept his dignity and didn't scream out. He clenched his teeth and sent the blonde a devilish glare. "Ow. Though I would only give that a one Charming." Jason said through clench teeth. Once Maddison turned around Jason let the pain show on his face as he went into the employee break room that the infirmary had. He took off his shoe and sock and examined his foot. Well the good news was was that it wasn't broken. Though the stamping she made on it was on a muscle which was going to have a nasty bruise. He wasn't going to be able to do any fancy footwork in training anytime sooner. He grabbed an ice pack and set it on his foot for ten minutes while he relaxed. He heard a laugh coming from the infirmary which sounded like it came from Henry. A smile flickered on Jasons face. "I knew she wasn't one-hundred percent a demon." he muttered to himself. After the ten minutes were up he gingerly put his sock and shoe on and went back into the infirmary room and went about his business.

First he inspected two campers who had been there overnight with a stomach flu. There nausea had gone down and they seemed okay to be discharged. He kept concentrating and looked like a full fledged doctor as he told them to watch what they ate and prescribed them a tiny bit of nectar in cause of their sickness returned. He had a little emergency when a few campers brought in a crying girl, probably eight years old. She had broken her arm, it was the first bone she ever broke and she was hyserical. He brought out a teddy bear for her to console with while he started singing a bone mending song and applying the cast. Finally his rounds lead him to Maddi and Henry.

"So Henry, you seem to be doing fine. You can leave whenever you wish, though I would recommend keeping away from the obstacle course until the muscle full reattaches. I'd give three days if you continue to have the prescribed amount of nectar today and tomorrow." Jason said as he wrote on Henrys notepad and handed the boy a slip. The boy eagerly got up said a quick bye to Maddi and ran off. Jason smiled. "Well it seems even the Wicked Witch of the West can still bring happiness to children." Jason said with a smirk.

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[maddison]

So perhaps even the little healer boy here had his flaws when it came to temperament. It didn't seem to her that he had much room to judge her bitterness when he was clearly holding his own personal vendetta against the Pluto girl. She didn't even see the point in his 'don't even get me started' when he was clearly already started. It was nice to hear though that she wasn't the only one capable of being a downright bitch in this camp though (blondie here, obviously being another one capable of it). Not that she wanted to hear him ramble on about the whole thing, however. Was she supposed to care or something? Hm, she wasn't sure. It had been a long time since she had legitimately attempted to listen to someone's problems outside of those of that small circle of people that she actually liked or at the very least tolerated. "Careful there, Rapunzel, you're starting to sound an awful lot like me. Wouldn't want that, now would we?

[/color]" Maddison smirked, almost amused by his downright hatred. "And let's be clear that we're not entirely on the same page here. I hate everyone-it's not like we're exclusively bonding here over a shared hatred of the same person.[/color]" She pointed out, wanting to clarify that in no way did they really have something in common, you know, before he started to assume things.

"I'd rather not. You can run along and be someone else's princess. I prefer my men straight, which you clearly are not if you're admitting to being a princess.[/color]" Not that she honestly believed he played for the other team, but she'd noticed that boys seemed to get particularly offended when being accused of just that. And hey, she'd take her hits wherever she could get them as everyone very well knew. "Well then what's the good of being Charming if I can't use my charm?[/color]" She grumbled, pulling her ponytail from her hair and slowly smoothing out the small ring which was left in it from the pressure. Not that it didn't most likely look perfect anyhow. But still, she was always picky about her appearance-after all, descendant of Venus, remember? "Though I'm sure Remus wouldn't miss you all too much. Zidane, on the other hand, might have a problem with it..though I'm sure I could talk him out of it.[/color]" Of course by talk him out of it, she obviously meant charm speak him into letting the whole incident slide..Not that Maddison was actually comfortable with the concept of murder (she might have been a terrible person, but still not a murderer), but a nice beating would still do quite nicely.

With a small satisfied smile to herself, Maddison could easily tell that a 'one' was not an accurate assessment of his pain. Perhaps not an eight for certain, but the grinding of his teeth certainly didn't scream 'one'. "Right, I'm sure you would, pansy,[/color]" She muttered the last part, as he turned and fled-leaving her in the main room of the infirmary with clear hopes that he had fled permanently.

Propping her elbow up on the edge of Henry's bed, Maddi rested her head comfortably on her knuckles as she started up conversation with the lively little redhead. Not her favorite relative (no, that would always be reserved for Julia), but he was pretty damn close. He was quite possibly the best of the Venus kids too-much nicer than most, always smiling that goofy little smile of his. They chatted for a few solid minutes, before Maddi managed to scavenge a deck of cards-challenging the redheaded boy to a game of Go Fish. A rigged game, because she knew how bummed he got when he lost.

She only glanced up when the irritating boy decided to make his unnecessary reappearance. Or well perhaps it wasn't entirely unnecessary since he discharged Henry, but still, any interaction from him was rather unappealing in her eyes. Offering Henry a pleasant goodbye, Maddi retrieved the scattered cards while glaring irritably over at the blonde boy. She didn't like being caught acting civil, and she liked it even less when people had the nerve to point it out. Which they hardly ever did-because they knew better. It was like poking the sleeping lion. It just wasn't a bright idea. "Well even I can respect the munchkins, after all, little Henry represents the Lollipop Guild, or didn't you hear?[/color]" Was that a joke, in the presence of a stranger? Perhaps, but still not delivered in a friendly enough tone to really be considered one. Ugh, still, it was sickeningly unnatural for Maddi's taste. "And if I'm the Wicked Witch of the West. Then you might want to run Dorothy.[/color]" Because water certainly wasn't going to melt her.






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Jason rolled his eyes with a smirk plastered on his face. It's not he wanted to have some special connection to the blonde headed demon in front of him. "Don't flatter yourself there Charming. I wouldn't dream of bonding with you." Jason stated. Jason sighed. This girl took almost everything seriously. Once she stopped calling him Rapunzel then he would stop calling her Charming. Although, you would think she would somewhat enjoy the name. In his opinion with her charm speaking ability and natural beauty it was a perfect fit. "Believe what you want Charming, but I only go for woman, and only good looking ones at that." He glanced at her in suggestion. Like someone would actually believe he was gay. Ha! The thought amused him. Although there use to be rumors of a bromance between him and his adopted-brother Ethan. That was just weird. In his mind that was still considered incest, even with adoption. Besides, he was straight so there was no reason to even worry oneself about it.

Jason heard her mumble something about not being able to use her charm speak. He just shook his head lightly. If she was so desperate to use her powers why not use them to help the legion instead of always cutting people down the way she did. He thought for a moment. He pondered on how her speak can be used for good. Well on quests she could always "ask" for a car, or money. It was a pretty great gift, he found himself feeling a twinge of jealously. What was so special about being good at the arts, or medicine, or even archery? It seemed like every other demi-god or legacy had great and amazing powers that can draw a crowd. Okay, so he did draw groups with his acting but that wasn't something he was able to do in the Legion. He longed for a playbook and a stage. "I'm sure if you used it for a better intention no one would have a problem with you using it." Jason mumbled in response. Not even bothering to defend himself about the Praetor statements. Although he could always throw the I'm a centurion and your a little Probie card, but he didn't want to be that mean.

As Jason had finished his rounds and discharged Henry and stood next to where Maddi was lounging he couldn't help but smile at her slightly rude joke. "I'm sure Henry would love to be considered that to you." Jason muttered. He raised an eyebrow as she caught onto his "Wizard of Oz" joke. He just shook his head lightly. Him, Dorothy? Please. Although, it was the starring role in the play so he didn't feel all to humiliated by her jest. He was an actor and took it from an actors viewpoint. "I'm afraid I can't run until I find Toto. Also where did the lion, tin-man, and scarecrow go?" Jason said as he put his hand above his eyes and pretended to look around the infirmary for them. He look back at Maddi and shrugged. "Sorry, we don't have enough actors for this play. Though, we can do one scene from a famous play. It only requires two people." Jason stated as his mind worked its magic. He knew exactly what he was going to recite.

He walked to the desk and grabbed a worn out book which held one of his favorite tragedies. He opened it to the second act, second scene. The setting was Capulet's Orchard. He walked back over to Maddi with a smirk. He handed her the book lightly muttering a be careful. The book was frail, it was a very old copy. One he found in the orphanage he was dropped off at. "Now, don't get amused. This is just a great way to make time go by faster. Unless you want to just sit here glaring at everyone I suggest we provide a show to the sick." He stated seriously.

Jason cleared his throat and turns from Maddi. "He jests at scars that never felt a wound." He turns to Maddi and acts like he hadn't seen her in awhile. "But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!" Jason recited the lines of Rome from memory adding the right emotion and emphasis on the words which needed them. He watched Maddi, trying to determine if she would play along. The patients had had their attention driven towards Jason reciting the lines. Now they all looked at Maddi.

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notes: Sorry, I've been rereading Romeo and Juliet for the 4th time and thought this was a good place to throw it in. XD
If she decides to play along heres a script : shakespeare.mit.edu/romeo_juliet/romeo_juliet.2.2.html

[maddison]

Leaning forward with a knowing smirk on her lips, Maddi gave the boy's cheek a firm pat with her hand. It almost "Oh sweetie, no need to lie,

[/color]" She assured him, with a pleasant lilt accompanying her voice. Almost a flirtatious note to her tone, but not quite. Her dignity was still far too intact for her to stoop to that level. Even if it was intended to be both mocking and condescending. There was absolutely no need to encourage the boy, especially when he apparently already thought he had a chance. Sad thing too. She might admit to herself that he was attractive, but in terms of leagues, she was still out of his in that department. Not to mention, there was the small detail that, oh, she hated just about everyone and everything..Which brought up one little thing which was leaning on her curiosity. Why was he even interested in the likes of her? Even for mere discussion, it was odd. People didn't like Maddison Petroski. The majority of them avoided her, and for good reason too. Even the healers would typically get her injuries done and over with in seconds flat and then wait with restrained glee as she walked out the doorway. Now why wasn't this loser following their lead? No matter, he would probably learn his lesson by the end of the afternoon anyhow.

Rolling her eyes rather obviously, Maddison opted not to offer up a snarky retort of sorts to Jason, for once. If she had a gift, she might as well use it to her advantage. After all, Venus wouldn't leave it with her for nothing (and if anything, Venus would probably only encourage her abuse of the power: after all, she wasn't the most moral goddess). Plus it wasn't as if she hadn't used for 'good' before. She could shoot off a rather long list of things which she had fixed, or helped with before, using just her charmspeak. Not to mention that ridiculous battle from two years ago. Yes, her charmspeaking abilities had come in quite handy back then. The thing was though: she liked to keep any good deeds she did to herself. There would be no ruining her perfect reputation as Camp Bitch.

With almost a hint of a smile (let's clarify that the smile only arose at the thought of Henry), Maddi shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly. "Well, he's incredibly short for his age. So munchkin, it is. I didn't say that was a bad thing though,[/color]" Something which she did feel the need to clarify, because if this little twerp went around saying something that might offend the little redheaded boy-she would likely have to kill him. Clicking her tongue, Maddi was tempted to point out that technically she fit the part of tinman, considering the whole heartless aspect, but the idea of going on any sort of journey with him (even hypothetical) was enough to make her cringe. Not that she wasn't already cringing, she noticed, as her mind automatically picked up the hint of a play for two. There were only really a few famous plays that were likely to be known by most, and if it was a scene for two, then that really narrowed the options down. Plus-knowing this kid, he would have to pick out a 'romantic' scene, just to play on her nerves-which narrowed down his options even more.

Accepting the book from him reluctantly, Maddison glanced down at the page and groaned audibly as her suspicions were confirmed. Romeo and Juliet, one of time's most cliched love stories. And not even a good cliche. Yes, Maddi adored the idea of forbidden love, but their story still made her roll her eyes. As much of a closet romantic as she was, she simply couldn't find the appeal in the story. The literature, the words, those were absolute brilliance-but the story? Trash. Two thirteen year-olds who fell in love within a mere span of a few days? Pathetic. They had no clue what love really was. Not to mention they were both so idiotic that they managed to cause six deaths throughout the span of the entire play. "I'm not amused, trust me. Just disappointed that you really are that much of a cliche.[/color]" She muttered back, quiet enough so that the surrounding patients wouldn't hear a word of it. Though despite her harsh words, she couldn't help but be a little impressed as she noticed how worn the book was. As cheesy as the play was and as stupid as the boy was, at least he had good taste in terms of literature. She could respect that...perhaps, or at least respect it to the point where she handled the book gently, so as not to damage it. "Also if this is your clever way of trying to get me to kiss you-allow me to remind you that they never kiss in the Orchard scene.[/color]" She pointed a scornful finger at him before carefully snapping the book shut. As if she needed a script. Please.

Tilting her head slightly to the side, Maddison actually looked rather impressed with the boy's acting skills. Not too bad. Though it was a problem that he actually expected her to participate. She was perfectly prepared to snap a big fat 'HELL NO' in his face, but now all eyes were on her-including the cute little eight year old girl. And how Maddi did actually hate disappointing cute little children. One of the few varieties of people which she allowed herself to openly be nice to. Still, it took her a few moments of hesitation to come to the conclusion that fine, she would play along with this stupidity. "Ay me,[/color]" A mutter at first, given she was still feeling rather bitter about being sucked into this whole thing. After listening to him fire off the next few lines, however, she managed to reluctantly drag herself into believable character. A character (Juliet), which she still found to be annoying. "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."


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Jason smirked. Right, like he would actually choose a kissing scene. There was twelve year olds in here. Besides, as much beauty as Maddi had Jason didn't want to kiss a hidden monster either. The suggestion almost made him want to burst out laughing. Charming I am full aware that they do not kiss in this scene. Hence why I choose it. Why would I ever want to kiss a demon?" Jason said in jest. though a little part of him almost cursed himself for not choosing a kissing scene, a very small part of him. Outside beauty can only go so far before one is disgusted by the inside appearance. In which case, Jason was stunned by Maddis outside appearance but she has shown herself to have an ugly, horrifying inside appearance.

At the closing of the book he raised an eyebrow. Could it be that she, who was so cruel, actually knew of the tragic love tale. Though, it really wouldn't be a surprise. Almost every American had to read the play at least once, sometimes more. He waited for her line of reply. It was barley audible as she muttered it. Yet Jasons face broke out into a grin. Sure, she could only be doing it for the children but at least he got her out of playing a mean character, despite that being reality and this character, Juliet, being fiction. The children around seemed to be excited that the blonde was going to be playing along. Many had bright smiles light up their face, mainly the younger patients, which were the majority. Some of the older ones sat up in bed, even though they knew the story it was a way to help past yet another day away.

"She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art. As glorious to this night, being o'er my head. As is a winged messenger of heaven. Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes. Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds. And sails upon the bosom of the air." Jason responds to Maddi. With an excited but love struck expression upon his face. Looking directly at Maddi as if he never though he would hear her, or see her again. It reminded him of a movie he acted in where the father of his character was suppose to charm a girl. The movie was a modern adaption of the play. It was a big hit around Valentines Day.

While Jason heard Maddi recite her next lines a smile broke upon his face. She was actually trying to give into the role. It wasn't perfect, but then again he was an accredited actor so he was a huge critic, but it was passable. It impressed him. How one so devilish could act so fragile. This Maddi girl probably was just a hard shell, or she was a better actor then Jason wanted to believe.

"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" Jason said as he gave out his dialogue. By now the entire infirmary was watching them. Judging from their expressions they were enjoying it. It wasn't every day where the old, boring road of strict Roman training was put on hold. Especially not for a play. It was almost human of them to do it, yet here they were two demigods performing, well not really a play, a prop less scene. It was a nice break he felt personally, even if Maddi didn't. Heck, he almost felt a little bad about dragging her into this, but at least by the end of the scene she would be ready for discharge. He half hoped she was enjoying herself, not for him, but for his patients.

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