08-19-2019, 11:49 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]A deep pit of horror had settled wretchedly in his stomach the moment that Sam and Beck has returned. He’d known that it would be bad, but seeing it brought about a whole other bout of disgust. It baffled his mind how people could stand to do this to each other. How could one hurt another like this? And for what reason? Why? Why? Why? The question bounced around in his head, and distantly Selby was reminded of bouncing DVD logo he’d seen on Beck’s TV once.
Needless to say, the whole ordeal left a nasty taste in his mouth.
He pushed those thoughts and questions away as he came closer to Beck’s houseboat. Selby had a job to do. His job wasn’t to be disgusted, wasn’t to be disturbed, wasn’t to be confused. His job was to take care of Beck, and all the rest could come after. One thing at a time.
The moment that he stepped onto the porch of the boat felt sudden, though it shouldn’t have. Selby gave two quick, firm knocks to announce his presence before letting himself in. "Beck?" he called, spying the injured ghost and approaching him slowly. He had very little idea what had gone on at the Pitt, and the last thing the medic wanted to do was set him off.
"It’s Selby, but you probably knew that. I’m going to try and fix you up, alright?" he said gently, setting his bag down as quietly as he could. He gave Beck a quick once over from where he stood, fighting off another wave of disgust. Be professional, dammit. You can get upset later. Selby looked at the bite on his neck, craning slightly to examine it without getting too close. "It doesn’t look like you’re going to be able to talk... Thump your back leg once if you understand me and then again if you’re okay with me touching you," he said quietly, hoping he came across as empathetic but not overly emotional.
Needless to say, the whole ordeal left a nasty taste in his mouth.
He pushed those thoughts and questions away as he came closer to Beck’s houseboat. Selby had a job to do. His job wasn’t to be disgusted, wasn’t to be disturbed, wasn’t to be confused. His job was to take care of Beck, and all the rest could come after. One thing at a time.
The moment that he stepped onto the porch of the boat felt sudden, though it shouldn’t have. Selby gave two quick, firm knocks to announce his presence before letting himself in. "Beck?" he called, spying the injured ghost and approaching him slowly. He had very little idea what had gone on at the Pitt, and the last thing the medic wanted to do was set him off.
"It’s Selby, but you probably knew that. I’m going to try and fix you up, alright?" he said gently, setting his bag down as quietly as he could. He gave Beck a quick once over from where he stood, fighting off another wave of disgust. Be professional, dammit. You can get upset later. Selby looked at the bite on his neck, craning slightly to examine it without getting too close. "It doesn’t look like you’re going to be able to talk... Thump your back leg once if you understand me and then again if you’re okay with me touching you," he said quietly, hoping he came across as empathetic but not overly emotional.