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Vaughn Price

@UnitInNeed

Hello, is it me you're looking for? [|18+ RP|]

== [[Positively horrified. "That's what I'm afraid of."]]


== head.]] Nope. You're stuck with us. You know #Georgia will make you feel all better. She'll even give you a little tongue... ==


== hotel room on the company dime...and I would like -her- to be my personal...caretaker." I gave #Naylor a skeptical look, and shook my ==


== and Georgia till you're all healed up. [["Oh, -no-, not Georgia! You two are -gross-! I am -not- sleeping with you. Favor #1: I want a ==


== the way I blamed myself. It'd be worth the hell that the next few months would bring.]] Oh, yeah. I got you. You're staying with me ==


== debt too. In every way he could. It was a minor relief though, knowing he'd come out okay on the other side, that he didn't blame me ==


== goes." Just like #Naylor. Wouldn't even let me apologize. Wouldn't even let me feel bad...unless it served him. He'd make good on that ==


== Which you are, man. I'm s-- [["So proud of me? I know. You should be. I saved your ass. You owe me one. Or several. We'll see how it ==


== I might have...modified the story a little. Let's just say, she doesn't think you did anything stupid. You came out a total hero. ==


== girl. Couldn't do better. The panic said it all.]] Don't worry, man. I already called her. She's catching the first flight back. ==


== his league, but somehow she'd found charm in...all of that, with reservations. And I knew, for all his faults, he really loved the ==


== completely incorrigible, somewhat lacking in social skills, moderately arrogant, questionably attractive nerd. #Sophie was way out of ==


== Tell. Sophie! Oh my god, what am I going to tell -Sophie-?" #Naylor had won the lottery when he met #Sophie. He was your classic, ==


== indulgent smile and shook my head. "Don't tell Sophie." His expression immediately sobered, turning straight -horrified-. "Don't. ==


== shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "What's a guy supposed to do when confronted with a tight pair of scrub pants?" I cracked an ==


== a guilty smile spreading across his weary face that told me he was gonna be okay. He offered me a sly, almost childish, smirk and ==


== if you know what I mean."]] Decrease his morphine drip. [[My voice rang out, hard and cold, from across the room, and #Naylor jumped, ==


== with his nurse. "You know, -I- am an FBI agent. I was injured in the line of duty. I think that entitles me to...special -treatment-, ==


== to let him come into harm's way. I'd only been beating myself up about it for hours...to find him sitting happily up in bed, flirting ==


== still in the ICU. Every step was heavy, burdened with the crushing force of guilt. I was his superior, his friend, I wasn't supposed ==


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