With a small pout the boy rolled up the poster he was holding and walked after the male. “You seem in a hurry Seb. Last time I checked we had plenty of time left before Wright is expecting us back ‘home’.” The boy said as he practically had to run after the male since he took a last glance back into the store waving at the man behind the counter. 

He got into the black car slamming the door behind him and buckling back up before looking at the young doctor. Especially when he heard the male singing along to Taylor- fucking -Swift. The boy had sang along many songs back in the days. But never, NEVER, Taylor swift. “Ass” He said with a raised eyebrow as he crossed his arms looking forwards again, the buildings zipping by the park on his right hand. “Don’t tell me you are going to take me for a run on my free day Seb. Because I swear to God… I will not leave this car if that’s the case.”

Sebastian snorted gracelessly at Charlie’s suggestion “Ya’ are smarter than that, like really...do ya’ even see any running shoes? work out clothes? Also thank ya’ for thinking so highly of my lifestyle.” now he had a shit eating grin on his face that was nothing less than douche-baggy.

“So darling, me, your father and Daniel are going out for a meal later, they are treating me for mothers day!” Maeve held the phone against her ear, picking at the wall paper beside the phone. Not caring about what her stupid family were doing. Mothers day was just another day for her. Her mother wasnt her mother. Why was she even listening to them? Why the fuck did she let that nurse convince her to even take the call?

Her fathers voice filled her ear next, his gruff, no nonsense tone immediatelt irritating her. “So Maeve, what have you gotten your mother for mothers day? Flowers? A card?” Maeve let shocked silence pass between them. “Why the fuck would I get her anything” She hissed, starting to tug at her hair. “Watch your tone young lady. She is your mother!” Knuckles grew white as they clenched, jaw hardening. She couldnt even managed to force out words as she bitterly hung up. 

The volcano swiftly heated, the explosive eruption cultivating in a punch to the wall. And a screech. How the fuck could they still think they were her parents? That she was still their child? How could they think that? Skull pressed against the wall, knuckles still forced to the plaster. The bones ached from the impact, but she couldnt care less. 

It wasn’t every day that Ryder went to work with a migraine.

He tried to take days off when they happened, but with Brielle so short staffed it was getting harder and harder to get time off when he needed it. Especially today he’d needed the day off, but his request had come back with what equated to a big red stamp that read ‘Fuck No.’

So he was stuck, trying his damndest to still patrol and do his job while also attempting to keep from laying down and just dying. 

“Whatever you’re doing,” Ryder started, his eyes half closed–he had no idea who was in front of him, and he didn’t really care, “please, please just fucking stop and I won’t report you.”

Ryder was doing the Zombie Thing(TM) AGAIN. And it stopped being funny ...no, it never was.

“Don’t bullshit me. I’m like a no bullshit detector here!” The boy said with a small smirk and a roll of his eyes. “Totally okay, just let me take another look at these comfy chairs. Just to let you know it could be a great addition to your office for me to sleep in!” He said faling down in a weathered green leather armchair. Closing his eyes for a second to just take a breather. Within seconds he was back up and walking along the walls one more time before stopping next to the doctor looking at the poster he was holding. “Looking cool, but my 15 minutes have passed.” He said with a cocky smile on his face. 

After scanning the posters Seb got two and was checking out the third one when Charlie materialized next to him. “Not wowed by it, but ya’ are right.” he checked his phone “We’ve gotta go.” and they made their way back to his car.

Ryder kept his back straight, a weird straining feeling coming with keeping it that way, but he did say he’d try. “I’ll take your word for it. You are the one with medical experience after all,” he replied. “If I keep my back straight though, I can’t counter-balance with my shitty backpack full of books.”

“There is always good with the bad,” Ryder agreed. “I mean, the internet has saved a lot of time with simple remedy stuff, but people always end up making mountains out of molehills and that’s where the problem lies, I think.” He’d be lying if he said he’d never looked up any illness online to see if he had it, but he wasn’t a huge fan of taking care of things that didn’t immediately endanger his health, so it never mattered that much to him.

“That’s fuckin’ great,” he said with a grin. “I definitely wanna see birds playing tricks on each other.” He could only imagine.

“When have I ever learned and grown?” It was mostly a joke, but there was truth to it after all. “Change is terrifying.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the mention of that horrible potato-sack Ryder called a backpack “We are gettin’ you a proper backpack or just like a Kindle or something.” he decided. The doctor knew that Ryder might try to get himself out of it by making it about money, but honestly - Seb had more than he knew what to do with it and preventing Ryder from turning into a hunchback from Notre Dame was more important to him. “Books are fun when stationary, but draggin’ them along everywhere is a different story.”