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CLAIRE TEMPLE
 Posted: Feb 5 2018, 12:17 AM
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Snow. Why did it have to be snow? The vendor up the street was gone, boarded up and headed home. Her mother was determined to keep her place open as long as humanly possible so she had started sleeping there as well. Great. Not that Claire was much different, seeing as she started sleeping in the clinic. In fact, she was there currently, blissfully asleep and unaware that the power went out during the night. As her phone alarm went off, Claire jerked awake from the surprise. Sleeping on medical beds wasn’t exactly the easiest thing. But she had done it before and could do it again. At least her mother brought a small cot to be set up at the café.

With a yawn, Claire could tell her toes and noes were frozen – power was out. She slipped into some thick socks and boots before moving to the back of the place. After a few moments (and colorful Spanish curses), the generator had kicked on. Time to unlock the door and see if anyone needed to take shelter from the storm. Looking outside, she could barely even see the bright orange signs she had posted seeking part time help. Some donors threw a bit of money her way so she could hire someone, but someone working for food and coffee alone would be excellent.

Not that she expected any job applicants in this weather, of course.

Briefly smacking the top of the radio, she turned it on in hopes of finding some semblance of a weather report. Meanwhile, she went back to folding blankets and organizing the few pieces of supplies she managed to put together – including the stacks of canned food. Most of it was vegetables, something eaten easily without worrying about having to heat it. Sure, soup was generally better warmed up, but it could still be nourishing for you even if you had no power. A quick glance towards the door told her no one was there. At least, not yet.

Honestly, she might have to go clear some of the snow drift from the front of the clinic so people could get to it. Just … great.



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 Posted: Feb 5 2018, 08:12 PM
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It’s cold. It’s gotta be cold. Snow is cold. Why am I not cold? A blessin’ in disguise? No, can’t be; my fingers are jus’ ‘bout purple.

Those fingers curled to make fists before being shoved into the thin pockets of his jacket. The snowstorm really hadn’t been much of a surprise - well, yes and no. The discarded newspapers he’d found in various dumpsters had all called for cold, maybe snowy weather, but he didn’t think it’d get this bad. Trudging through the snow was a strenuous effort but he had to thank his (semi) lucky stars that he didn’t feel the need to bury his face into his coat collar like everyone that passed by him down the sidewalk.

It would be some time before he could get back to the place he called home. Really, it was nothing more than an abandoned building he’d found that had at least part of the roof in tact enough to keep out the rain and whatever else fell from the sky, so it was homey enough. But when trekking across the city felt more like a vertical climb up an icy rock face? No thanks. Better to just find some sort of shelter and bunker down for a while. Stay warm, or whatever that was anymore.

He kept the fists pressed deep into the pocket as he kept his path close to the buildings. With the wind whipping snow around, he had to squint in order to see anything, or to not run into someone else who was equally blinded. And while they continued to obstruct their vision with scarves around their faces, his cheeks reddened from the biting cold he could not feel, but he happened to catch a flash of orange in his peripheral. A pause halted his strides for a moment before he found the orange again: a paper behind a window. Curious, Marshall cut some through a drifted snowbank in order to read the sign.

Part-time help for a clinic.

A glance was shot up in an effort to see the name of the building but the attempt was botched as soon as he realized that wasn’t important at the moment. He maneuvered out of the bank and then found the door, opening it and hesitating just a moment before stepping inside with a great deal of caution, as if putting his worn boots down lightly would lessen any mess melting snow would make.

”Hello?” He closed the door behind him. ”I saw your flier an’ so I was curious if you still need a part-timer.” The thought that he clearly didn’t look clean-cut or presentable was shoved far from mind. It never hurt to ask about things, of course, so it was a shot in the dark.



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 Posted: Feb 5 2018, 09:06 PM
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To say that someone was massively underdressed for the weather was an understatement. As the guy came through the door, she had turned towards it (naturally). And instead of hearing anything that he said, her eyes were already taking him in, up and down, seeing if there were any obvious injuries. His boots looked ready to fall apart at the seams (duct tape was around somewhere). His jacket? Had also seen better days. Was certainly more of a jacket and not a full blown coat, like one would need in this weather. No scarf. No hat? Barely anything to protect him against the wind and the snow. He stood there, timid and shy looking. As if the snow melting off of him was causing a bother.

And he asked for a job.

“First of all,” Claire had already grabbed a blanket after taking him in from across the room. She quickly moved to wrap it around him and pull him in more, hopefully able to find some semblance of heat. At least he was out of the weather. Maybe she could try that sketchy looking space heater? The generator was doing what it could for power, but the heating system either wasn’t working or she just could feel the cold through her layers. And this poor boy was almost wearing fewer layers than she was and she had been sleeping indoors!

“I want to get you warm. Are you hurt anywhere? Frostbite can set in quickly in this weather, you know,” there was a warm, but firm tone to her voice. She wanted to help and get him squared away before she entertained the idea of him working for her. Besides, who was he? What could he do? Too many questions to ask at once. “I’m Claire, by the way. The … uh, owner of this clinic. Some call me Nurse Temple, but I prefer Claire. Especially if you want to possibly work here,” she shrugged, trying to put together hot coffee without even asking if he wanted some, just assuming he might.

“And why do you think it would be good for you to be a part-timer here?” Claire was honestly just curious at this point. Even if her first priority was still warming up his core temperature and hopefully checking on his fingers and toes. With the back of her hand, she rubbed her cold nose as it tried to run a little. The ball, as they say, was in his court.



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 Posted: Feb 8 2018, 08:33 AM
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He’d hardly finished the last words from his mouth before who he assumed was the owner of the clinic was fetching a blanket and approaching to put it around his shoulders. The added layer did nothing, really, but she didn’t know that, and he didn’t want to be rude by saying he felt entirely fine beforehand. So he smiled at her in an appreciative manner, allowing himself to be towed further into the room where he assumed it was warmer.

”Hurt? No, I feel jus’ fine. But, uh…” The hand with the purple-tipped fingers was taken from the pocket and the fist uncurled. Sure enough, the ends still showed the signs of frostbite. ”Ain’t seen my toes yet, though.” But he figured he needed to check them, too, since his socks had seen far better days, and in certain parts of his boots, the sock was the only thing protecting his feet from the elements.

With his other hand he held the blanket around himself while she left him. For a moment, he allowed himself to look around the clinic. Nothing too fancy, but certainly not subpar; right up his alley. So the real question now was if whether or not he could tell her the truth and not be chased off or forced to set pen to paper with signing his life away to NATO. But, as he liked to put it, when it came down to saving lives, did it really matter if the healing was through a special ability?

”Thank you, Claire.” Again he gave her a smile, absentmindedly wrapping his questionable fingers in the fabric of the blanket that was just about too soft for him to feel. If he wasn’t looking down at it, he didn’t quite think he’d know he was holding onto it. A little breath was taken and he steadied himself, pursing his lips together. Everything he’d read from discarded magazines and newspapers pointed to bad things happening if he outed himself as “not normal.” And if she was one of those people that was iffy about the “abnormal” ones, he figured running would be his best option. Someone would have to be crazy to chase him down in a snowstorm.

”I, uh… have a ‘natural talent’ for healin’, you could say.” A subtle way to put it. Hopefully she’d catch implication. Even if not, he was still quick to jump into defending his ability’s reliability. ”Tried ‘n’ true, it works, I promise. All I gotta do’s touch their arm or some’in’ ‘n’ they’re better. I’ve fixed ever’thin’ from scrapes t’ broke bone. I really think some’in’ like this shouldn’t go t’ waste.”



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 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 02:09 PM
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At least he let her put the blanket on his shoulders. Was it intrusive? Perhaps. Did he need it? Certainly. Then again, he could’ve been one of those powered folks who could self-heat or something, she didn’t know. Was that a thing? But he looked cold. The shade of his nose and the general ensemble of what might be considered ‘clothing’ that he was wearing wasn’t doing anything to help against the icy temperatures.

Claire wanted to visit her family in the warmer countries when it got this cold.

“How do you feel fine!?” A small gasp escaped the nurse as he unfurled frostbitten fingers. If he wasn’t careful, they would fall off! Was she being overdramatic? Only slightly. She muttered some curses in Spanish under her breath when he mentioned not seeing his toes. “So help me, I will find you better footwear,” Claire was determined now. Maybe it was because she had a distinct lack of patients today? She needed someone to take care of.

And if he wanted to help her out, she couldn’t have him falling apart.

“How long have you not been able to feel your fingers?” She glanced up at him from across the room. “Because if they’re that color … it’d be a miracle if you felt anything. Can you feel your toes?” She finished making the coffee and made her way over to him, gesturing at a chair. “Slowly sip this, okay? I want to work on warming you up from the inside out,” Claire set her own coffee down and was about to get back up again to find clothes - especially footwear.

How did he manage all the way here in this weather?

But he started saying something, something along the lines of how he could heal people. Sure, she was a healer too, but Claire was starting to get the impression that he was not one in the same way she was. She had to go to school to learn her trade. It came naturally to him. Another person with abilities. Maybe she had an ability? To draw these folks in like moths to a flame. “So … you’re saying you have powers,” she looked back towards him, making sure she was understanding his meaning.

“And before you freak out on me, I’m not about to tell on you or call the cops or anything,” Claire waved a hand. “I’m trying to build a reputation as someone who can take care of those who … can’t exactly wind up at a hospital,” she shrugged. “So your secret is safe with me.”



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 Posted: Feb 14 2018, 11:02 AM
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He gave her a rather sheepish look, one that read that there was more behind what he had shared. ”I jus’... feel fine,” he repeated, a little shrug coupling with his words. There really wasn’t another way he could put it since he didn’t understand his powers beyond the fact that he physically felt nothing but could take peoples’ wounds and heal them. And the comment about his shoes had him glancing down at the worn fabric and the tears that lined where the shoe bent regularly. Okay, he’d give her that one: he did need new kicks. It just never crossed his mind when he couldn’t feel water coming in through holes or the cold seeping through the thin material.

”Um… a, uh…. A long time. But that ain’t ‘cause’a the cold.” He pursed his lips together as he looked at his hand, curling and uncurling the purple-tipped fingers. There really wasn’t a doubt in his mind that his toes probably looked the same and he wasn’t quite looking forward to hearing what Claire would have to say about that. He’d half the mind to go ahead and take his shoes off but she was coming back with a cup of coffee. The steam that rose up from the liquid immediately told him that it was hot, so when she handed the mug over, he made sure to take it by the handle and avoid grabbing the entire thing. Not that he would’ve felt the burn, but he knew better than to recklessly do things that would hurt him even if there was no pain involved.

Marshall nodded his thanks and sat in the chair while holding the blanket around him still, sipping slowly as instructed. Her question, however, when she looked back, had him hesitant for only a moment before she explained herself further. The clinic was a safe place and so was Claire; that prompted a small smile to come to his face. The chair felt much more comfortable now.

”That’s music to my ears.” He smiled at her over the lip of the mug as he sipped once more. ”I, uh. I can’t feel anythin’ physically. Which is why I can’t feel this--” the frostbitten hand was raised. ”Or how hot the coffee is. Or how cold it is outside. Or this blanket.” As if to emphasize that, he rubbed his fingers on the fuzzy material once more, feeling just a twinge of sadness that he couldn’t relish the softness. ”I guess it’s a blessin’ in disguise, though, ‘cause when I take someone’s wound, I can’t feel that or the pain. So it don’t matter what wound I take, though I know I gotta be careful. Still, ain’t somethin’ I’d wanna see go to waste, ‘specially when it don’t cost them or me nothin’. ‘Sides healin’ on my part, but since it’s painless then I don’t really care.”



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 Posted: Feb 18 2018, 03:44 PM
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He just … felt fine. “Normal folks out here don’t feel fine when it’s freezing outside and you don’t have much more than a napkin to keep you warm,” Claire huffed out of the side of her mouth, meaning no disrespect but still worried for him all the same. If he felt fine, maybe he was. But his fingers were still showing signs of hypothermia and his toes were probably much the same, given what he had for shoes. Hadn’t someone donated socks and some sort of semblance of shoes? As she looked for shoes, Claire remembered having picked some up herself, in fact. Just some fleece-lined rubberized boots, but something was better than nothing.

After setting him up with the coffee, she turned to look in another bin, to prevent herself from pestering him too much. Hey, he had come to her, after all. Claire was going to help him, whether he wanted it or not. And, if he was right, then maybe he could help her? A little … ‘quid pro quo’? “Tell me about it,” she encouraged him to explain what he meant, why he didn’t feel them. And because it wasn’t the cold. That was ominous. She returned to him with the pair of boots (probably at least a size too big for him) and some thick socks. As well as some gloves attached to a fuzzy hat. Claire handed them to him, wanting to inspect his fingers and toes, but deciding to give him a minute or two of warming up with the coffee first.

“So … you can’t feel temperature changes or things which are soft versus hard. What about deep pressure? I mean … say if someone shakes your hand firmly, can you feel that?” Her mind was already wondering about the depth and breadth of his abilities, or … were those side effects? Not being able to feel? What was he really here for, then? Just not being able to feel? Her mind was still chewing on the implications of that information alone when he stared explaining the rest of it. That he could heal people, but at what risk? He took on their wounds? But he couldn’t feel them? If someone was close to death, would he then be close to death? Did he have some sort of personal accelerated healing factor like that guy with the wings she helped?

“Okay … how does that work? If someone has a cut on their hand, you take it from them and they’re fine but you have cut on your hand now? Do you heal faster than the average Joe?” Her brow went up, her mind still not wrapping around this entirely.



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