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Bryan glanced at her with a soft sigh. "There's nothing stopping you," He prompted, shifting to look at her better.
Protect the Boy (O/O Mature)
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“Did you get a look at your attacker?” The second the words left her lips she knew it was a mistake. “You don’t have to answer me if it’s too traumatic.” She replied hastily.
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Bryan looked away from her immediately, shifting his shoulders so they were pointd away from her.
"No. I only know there were a few people."
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She cursed under her breath. There was more than one. They were dealing with a group homicide. It could be a cult, or just some deranged group looking for fun. “I’m sorry to ask that so soon after your recovery.”
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"It's fine," The boy mumbled, not looking at her. He relaxed into the pillows. "I'm going to sleep some more."
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“Alright. Get good rest.” She told him softly, standing suddenly. She could do her work now.
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Bryan didn't respond with anything, he just shifted against the pillows. He shut his eyes once she left.
(Skip?)
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(Yes. But where to?)
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(Um… maybe when she goes and sees him again? A couple weeks later? Less time than that?)
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(Sounds good. I’d say a few weeks.)
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(Alrighty. Who will start this time?)
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(I can)
Eleanor was fried. There were times she got into a repetitive habit of working herself to the bone, ignoring lunches and stressing herself out. Today was one of those repetitive cycles. Actually, the whole week had been a cycle.
But she still made her way down to Bryan’s room, wondering if the kid had gotten any better. She hoped now that he had a little more time awake, he wouldn’t be feeling so hopeless.
She put on her best smile when she entered the room, clutching her folders closer to her. She planned to do a little work down here while she chatted with the boy. “Hello Bryan.”
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(Thanks)
Bryan had a relitively good week. He was able to relax and take medications that helped him sleep and be in less pain as the doctor replaced his wound's dressing. The nurses were nice and spunky, and their energy gave Bryan some of his spark back.
Until… physical therapy came along. The attackers had stabbed their knives and shot him so deep, it damaged the tissue severely. Especially in his legs and spine. So… he was signed up for every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for Physical Therapy in is legs and hips.
It was literally hell, for poor little Bryan. The working of his muscles hurt as if he were being stabbed through again. But as the days ebbed by, it got better. They let him swim in the basement pool, where he spent most of his day being guarded over by a nurse and detective named Riley.
Bryan was sitting up in his room, having heard that Elenore wanted to talk to him. Riley was sitting at the boy's shoulder, smiling at their friend as she entered. Bryan bowed his hesd slightly in greeting.
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Eleanor glanced at Riley, smiling sweetly at the other detective. “Hello Riley, doing well?” She asked her co-worker, moving to a seat. The folders were opened in her lap. With her head down, it was harder to see the deep bags under her eyes. Her bloodshot eyes lifted to Bryan’s face. “How has your recovery been?” She asked him softly, yawning. The papers in her lap shifted as she leaned forwards, wincing at the pain in her back from long hours of sitting.
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Bryan shivered slightly at her red eyes, making sure to turn his face away. Riley returned the smile and greeting with a "I'm good, how are you? You look tired…"
Bryan shrugged when he was spoken to, sighing softly. "I'm doing okay, and my recovery's fine," He mumbled to his lap.
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Riley’s greeting caused Eleanor to shrug. She hummed happily, laughing softly but didn’t reply until after Bryan had spoken. “I’m glad to hear that Bryan. And as for your question, Riley, I’m dead on my feet. And tired beyond anything. It’s all worth it to solve these cases in the end.” She held up a folder marked ’Truele Street Affair.’ It looked full. “They’re all similar to the homicide of Bryan’s family.”
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Riley looked mildly interested, perking up. Bryan did the opposite, turning his head away with a sigh.
"Really? Did you learn anything new?" The eager woman said, her eyebrows raised slightly.
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“It’s definitely a group out to get this family…” She replied, growing a little excited while she spoke of the cases. Her tired body seemed to sit straighter. “Each and every one of these is bringing me closer and closer to solving this case! But it’s the group’s name that eludes me each time. They leave no mark of identification and it’s almost as if they’re doing it either for fun or for revenge.” She hummed, looking at Riley with a bright smile.
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Riley tilted her head. "But, boss, how does that bring us closer to anything?" She looked rather confused. How does not knowing about the main group of crime bring them closer?
Bryan glanced up at the detective, his eyebrows raised a little. "Yeah, seconded."
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Eleanor, slightly clouded by lack of sleep looked at them with a small smile. “Each and every one of these are similar. If we solve one, we might get the name of the group. Every little clue helps. We’re closer day by day.” She yawned, running her fingers through her hair. “I just need more time and more coffee.”
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Riley clapped her hands together and jumped up, which startled poor little Bryan on the bed.
"I'll get you more coffee, Boss! In the meantime, Bryan, try and relax! And I'll be back so we can go to the pool again."
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“Ah, thank you Riley. I couldn’t ask for a better team.” The smile on her face faded for a split second, replaced with a look of absolute exhaustion. She turned back to her papers, flipping through and highlighting what at first seemed like random phrases. “How is the physical therapy going by the way? Are you doing better?”
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Riley shut the door behind her and the room was silent for a few moments after Elenore had talked.
"It's going fine," The patient sighed into thr awkwardness of the silence. "You look tired." He glanced up at her absolutely exhausted expression.
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Eleanor glanced up from her paperwork, setting aside for a moment. She wanted to connect with him. One on one. “Do I? Maybe I didn’t hide it well enough.” She smiled weakly. “I didn’t leave the office last night. I told you I’m going to solve this for you. You deserve at the solace of them in prison.” She rubbed under her eyes, trying to blend in the foundation there. It only wiped off, showing more of the dark bags. “It’s a hard workplace here too, Bryan. I’m such a young boss that the older workers look down on me. They expect a lot. If I don’t keep myself busy then my dream goes away.” Eleanor had gotten a little personal, she did it on purpose, though she hadn’t really told anyone else of her struggles. She had no family to support her. “And trust me, I worked damn hard to get here.”