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[h3][color=5DADE2]Axel Sweetlake[/color] & [color=teal]Delaney Barlowe[/color][/h3][/center]
[indent][sub][COLOR=5DADE2][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Outside. Huddeen clinic.[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=5DADE2][b]Timeframe[/b][/COLOR] [I]Around 2PM[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=5DADE2][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]Axel & Delaney[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=5DADE2][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5437874]Axel here[/url] and [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5436414]Delaney here[/url][/I][/right][/SUP][/indent]
[indent][indent]Axel held the brown bag he had earlier filled with two apple danishes in his right hand. He looked at his watch on his left. 1:50. A habit he tended to do, but time didn't matter much anymore. He lingered outside on the porch, the front door locked behind him. Axel didn't like to go outside. Not after what he saw, what he experienced that day at the market. Realistically, he knew there hadn't come a zombie [i]through[/i] their street in a while. But that doesn't mean it can't happen. Their street wasn't fortified, wasn't protected and there was no watch. There's a plausible danger in going out. But this time, Axel had to. He needed more insulin. After a deep breath, the young chef walked down the porch steps and then steadily down the sloped path toward the street. Axel was observant, looking up and down the street for threats. 

He wasn't a fighter, but he had an axe hanging on his belt. A bit much? Probably. But if needed, it would definitely help him. Doom comes to those who are unprepared, and Axel was fit and strong. And scared. 

He passed the house of the Graves, then the Holloways, cursing himself again for his negligence. There, he crossed the street, his eyes on the brushes of what passes off as a park, and the gazebo that was the eyecatcher of the plot. There, he spotted ol' Velero's tenants. Axel furrowed his brows for a moment, wondering why they were there, but decided that it was not his business. Maybe he would say hi to them later. Arriving at the clinic, Axel looked around him and over his shoulder before entering the building.

A bark. Axel smiled. Weasley. The dog rounded a corner in a protective manner, but his ears perked up and he wagged his tail as he spotted Axel. [COLOR=5DADE2]"Hey boy,"[/color] Axel said as he hunched down to pet the dog. [COLOR=5DADE2]"Where's your mum?"[/color]

Delaney had been lost in thought when she heard Weasley suddenly bark. First, she was terrified. Then she rolled her eyes at herself for jumping to assumptions. No zombie would be able to get through a door. Or could they? She didn't want to think of the possibilities. And then came the voice. The very voice that plagued her dreams for weeks. And, the one belonging to the patient file that was still on her screen. 

Clearing her throat, she quickly looked in a mirror and made sure her hair and makeup were intact. She took in a deep breath and stood before moving to the front of the clinic. Delaney couldn't help the flush creeping up her neck as she took in the appearance of the man standing before her. The breath rushed out of her and she started to ramble. [color=teal]"Axel. Hi. I was planning on visiting you today. How are you feeling?"[/color]

Axel was scratching Weasly, who had ended up showing his belly to the young man. He looked up as Delaney rounded the same corner Weasly did. She looked good, in one piece. The midday rays through the window made her hair redder than it was. Flashbacks of her hair tousled up and his hands in it briefly crossed his mind, but he shook them away. She planned on visiting him today? He smiled and stood straight again, holding out the paper bag in his hand. [COLOR=5DADE2]"Hey, meal service, you ordered your favourite?"[/color] he jested. He knew her favourite because she always ordered the same thing at the Greenhouse. A mocha latte and an apple danish. The Greenhouse, the last time they really spoke. 

[COLOR=5DADE2]"I'm feeling absolutely peachy. How are you?"[/color]

Her eyes immediately went to the paper bag and her breath hitched. It was kind of him to remember her favorite. Was it more? The last time the two of them had seen each other was at the Greenhouse. The last time they'd experienced everything together. She cleared her throat and reached out for the bag, a shy smile on her face. [color=teal]"You're too sweet. Thank you."[/color]

At the question, she held the bag against her chest and shrugged. [color=teal]"I'm good. Great. Um. You know, besides the zombie stuff."[/color] Why couldn't she speak properly around him anymore? She gave a small laugh at herself for feeling like an absolute schoolgirl. [color=teal]"I'm good."[/color]

Axel nodded as he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt, he chuckled a little at her comment. [COLOR=5DADE2]"Oh, just the zombie stuff? Inconsequential, really."[/color] When the dog circled his feet, Axel crouched down and petted him again. Why was this conversation so awkward? They used to be able to converse easily, joking around, talking about their work, Harper, etcetera. Sometimes she talked so much Axel had to refill her coffee since it had gone cold. Except Axel knew full well why they were awkward right now. The young chef coughed in his hand to fill the silence. [COLOR=5DADE2]"I actually came here for myself too. I was wondering if you still had some insulin?"[/color] He asked. 

She couldn't help but to keep her eyes on him. The man had consumed her mind since that day in the Greenhouse. She couldn't help her eyes going to his arms. Delaney remembered how strong they were, yet gentle when needed. Shaking her head to rid herself of the memory, she let herself process his question. Her eyes widened a bit and she nodded quickly. [color=teal]"Insulin. Yes. I do. How much do you need? Are you out? I can go get you some. How's your sugar been? Have you been watching your diet?"[/color] She was rambling like an idiot and couldn't help it.

A smile crept on Axel's face as the nurse practitioner rambled. He leaned against the front desk, unmanned and abandoned. [COLOR=5DADE2]"I'm almost out. Just.. give me some for a week or two? I wouldn't want anyone else to be missing out, as well."[/color]  His eyes were on the ground to conceal his smile, a slight red tint to his cheeks, as she rambled about his health. A topic Axel [i] severely [/i] disliked talking about. He got these questions from Harper enough as it is. [COLOR=5DADE2]"It's fine, and my diet is as good as anyone's in a zombie apocalypse."[/color] 

Nodding, she took a breath as she searched his face. She knew he hated talking about his health, but it was important to her that he took care of himself. Everybody needed to be on their A-game with what was happening on the streets. Delaney chewed the inside of her cheek. She was about to step towards the back where her fridge was before she stopped. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. [color=teal]"I think- I think we need to talk about what happened."[/color]

Axel momentarily stilled. His jaw was clenched and he crossed his arms while remaining in his leaning position. [COLOR=5DADE2]"What is there to talk about?"[/color]

She watched his body language and the pit of her stomach fell. Delaney offered him a small grin and shook her head. [color=teal]"Nothing, I guess."[/color] So it meant more to her than it did to him. Good to know. She could stop obsessing over the man. She cleared her throat and straightened. [color=teal]"I'll go get the insulin. I'll be right back."[/color] 

Hurrying out of the main lobby, she went back into the small lab that was set up. She took a choppy breath before grabbing the week's worth of insulin for him. Delaney grabbed a small prescription bag and put them inside. She quickly headed back out and handed him the bag. [color=teal]"There you go. One week's worth."[/color]

Axel placed his palm on his face and sighed as Delaney retreated. Why was he such an ass? It's not like him to be like this. Well, he is a bit of an ass sometimes, but never to [i]her[/i]. When she walked back around the corner and held up her hand with the bag, Axel dropped his hands to his side, taking in a breath. [COLOR=5DADE2]"I'm sorry. There is just nothing to talk about because it happened. I don't regret it. Frankly, I had been wanting to for a long time. Maybe.. maybe not in that way. Take you out to dinner first.. or I don't know, something actually romantic, but I don't regret it."[/color]  Axel stammered a bit, trying to find his words to ensure he won't fuck up what he was saying and insult her further. He was never good with girls, because frankly, he never had to really try. And maybe that's just part of the problem. [COLOR=5DADE2]"Do you regret it?"[/color] 

He had been wanting to be with her? For a long time? The thoughts made her stop and blink at him. She never expected that. Sure, they had their little flirting back and forth whenever she visited the Greenhouse, but she had always thought it was innocent. Until that day. With a clearing of her throat, she put on a grin as she shook her head. [color=teal]"No. I don't."[/color]

She shifted her feet and shrugged. [color=teal]"A date would have been nice. Now, it just seems kind of redundant. With everything going on."[/color] Delaney tried to hand him the bag once more before movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Sucking in a breath, she quickly looked out of the window and rose a brow. [color=teal]"What the- what are they doing? Don't they know how dangerous it is to be outside?"[/color]

Axel took the bag from her hands. Her attention went to the window, however. He'd seen two people at the gazebo before and didn't think much of it. However, curiously crept in and he moved towards the window to see what Delaney was seeing.

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