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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 17:44:11 GMT -5
Jason seemed alarmed for a moment at the familiar and shouldn't-be-in-his-house voice, but quickly remembered what he was doing there and grew embarrassed instead, or rather, ashamed that he'd had to rely on the man and that Javert had seen him in such a state.
"I'm not addicted, Javert. Addicts cannot function normally. I have need of a half a dose to dull this aching in my leg enough for me to get something in my stomach."
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 17:54:39 GMT -5
"You do not consider being able to eat 'functioning normally'?" Javert shook his head.
Oh, why did he even bother? Cluont wasn't his responsibility. If the man managed to ruin himself, it wouldn't be his fault. He'd done his bit, after all... so why did he even try to care?
The inspector tried to shake these thoughts from his mind, though it was rather difficult. Somehow... he couldn't help but care, even though he really didn't want to.
"But fine, I'm not your mother... what do you want to eat?"
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 18:11:27 GMT -5
"When you can sit here in the pain I'm in, feeling ready to be sick on your fellow officer's boots, then you can complain about not being to eat. There's probably some sandwiches in the icebox."
Lee usually left him something for dinner, anyway.
"Hmph." he grunted and crossed his arms over his steely-haired chest.
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 18:20:26 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not going to kiss your booboo and make it all go away," Javert replied while taking the needlecase out of the pocket of Jason's coat. He was an observant man, he knew where his colleague kept the stuff.
"I'll be right back." He handed over the needlecase before going to look for some food.
Honestly, was gratitude that overrated nowadays?
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 19:51:13 GMT -5
He waited until Javert was out of the room before hastily opening the case and loading the syringe with just over a half-dose. Truly, he felt he needed at least a dose and a half, but wouldn't allow himself to be so foggy with Javert still in the house. There was no need for him to belt his arm, his veins were so prominent anyway, but his hands were shaking badly and he cursed, fouly, and aloud and laid the loaded needed in his lap to wait for Javert.
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 19:56:39 GMT -5
It wasn't long before Javert returned with the food.
There was something wrong... a disturbance in The Force. Cluont had a needle and it wasn't in his arm.
"Something wrong, Cluont?" the inspector asked as he placed the plate of sandwiches on the nearest flat surface.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 20:03:11 GMT -5
"My hands are shaking too much," he grumbled sourly and handed the needle to Javert, presenting his arm with a tight fist that made the veins at the crook of it stand out even more, his eyes stolidly on blanket over his lap.
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 20:07:52 GMT -5
"You want me to stab you with a sharp implement? And here I thought my day just couldn't get any better," Javert commented dryly.
He did, however, comply. First checking the needle for any remaining air before taking Jason's arm and quite contrary to the stabbing-comment sliding the needle in quite carefully. The inspector wasn't very experienced in such areas, but the general process wasn't all that complicated.
"There you go."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 20:14:14 GMT -5
Jason didn't so much as flinch, so familiar with the needle.
"Thanks," he muttered and flexed his hand a couple times, taking the needle back and stowing it in it's case--he'd clean it later, or have Lee do so. Then he took the plate up and started in on one of the Chinaman's delicious sandwiches, offering one to Javert.
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 20:23:13 GMT -5
"Merci." Javert nodded as he accepted the sandwich. It had been a while since he'd eaten... between his filing duties, the fighting and the caretaking, there hadn't exactly been any time.
"Are you feeling any better?"
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 20:26:21 GMT -5
He swallowed the sandwich in his mouth thickly, his eyes already clouding over with the drug.
"Mm. Quite better." Another couple of bites and he managed to look Javert in the face again for the first time since getting home.
"Thank you for staying, Inspector, you certainly didn't need to."
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 20:30:22 GMT -5
"And miss out on a chance to witness your possibly terrible death?" Javert chuckled for a moment, but then his expression softened the tiniest bit and he gave the other man a light pat on the shoulder. "You're welcome, Jason."
Javert wasn't sure whether calling the man by his first name while they were both reasonably lucid was a good idea... but for now, he didn't care all that much.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 20:35:01 GMT -5
He gave a half smile, not quite a smirk, back and finished his little meal.
The policer's cheeks were a bit red again, though not from fever, simply the warmth offered by his light dosage of drug, feeling as if he'd had one too many glasses of brandy. He relaxed back on his pillows, folding his arms over the comforter that covered him up to the chest and grinned over at the older man.
"You should cut your hair, you know. You've no idea what they say about you behind your back."
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Post by Javert on Mar 20, 2009 20:41:47 GMT -5
"Oh, I have quite an excellent idea, Cluont."
Javert regarded the man quite calmly for a few seconds.
"'That Great Twat', am I correct?" The inspector had quite excellent ears, both in the literal and figurative sense.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 20, 2009 20:43:19 GMT -5
Jason's jaw dropped a bit and his cheeks and ears reddened brightly.
"...I...that is, I mean, what others say. About your parentage and hair and...proclivities."
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