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[ It's happening once again - her life, flashing before her eyes.

The shock that gripped her chest, as the demon grasped her face, muttering against her lips that it would erase the pain of her pathetic existence. Meeting William's gaze with excitement as they threw themselves into the throes of battle. Launching herself at him when he'd announced that they would be investigating a case together. Waking up that morning in a cold bed, before pulling herself out of it to piece herself together.

Hundreds of other beginnings like it, contrasting the liveliness she threw into her days, the unusual occurrences that came with her occupation, and the way her heart twists around that one special man. A time of fiery passion, bloodshed, lust - so brief, less than a thousand days of bliss, before reality tore the blanket from her eyes. Thirty-six-thousand like the ones that proceeded them. Love. Meeting William. Rage. Being "reborn," they said. Throwing herself into the ocean from cliffs high above.....

Her body relaxes as it all fades away. It's nearly bliss-- until the beast tears her scythe from her hands to plunge through her chest. Its laugh is wretched, gravely, as it steps on her shoulder to remove the blade and brandish against William.

It slowly walks back, giving the man the unspoken option to pursue it for battle, or approach his colleague. ]

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[ He huffs right back. ]

Our relationship is a complicated one.

[ She's right back to crossing her arms. ]

And why do you think that is?

Because we are complete opposites.

[ It's obvious he's frustrated, as well. ]

[ A long hum. ]

You don't think it's, perhaps, the fact that I-- believe I'm a woman, but you haven't made any effort to understand that?

[ Huff. ]

Fine. Once you remember it yourself then you can explain it to me.

[ A single corner of her mouth may have just twitched up into a smirk, just briefly! ]

Was that sarcasm, or are you serious?

I would not have said so, otherwise. However, unless you start to remember yourself, I don't see how you are going to explain it to me.

[ A sniff of a laugh. ]

I can't decide whether it's disappointing, or funnier that you didn't mean it as an insult.

[ Looking off, she sighs. ]

Seems that we didn't communicate much, did we?

As perplexing as it is to me, I see no reason to mock you for it.

[ He shakes his head. ]

No. Our jobs barely allow for personal time.

[ Quiet for a long moment, she simply looks at him. Perhaps he is something of a shitty friend for not taking interest sooner - but at least he affords her that much respect. At least. ]

And yet, you're here. I suppose that's something.

Yes, well.

[ Apparently he'd been so silently worried about whether Grell would pull through that he didn't realise he was mainly here to check on her and quell his nerves. He did leave all that paperwork on his desk unfinished the moment he was invited to the hospital ward.

At a loss as to how to defend that choice now that he's been outed, he simply adjusts his frames again. ]

[ Feeling that she understands him a bit more, she hums, a hand resting over her chest. The pain still has her feeling on edge, but... perhaps not as much. ]

The only one, as well.

The other Dispatch agents are out in the field today. I'm certain they will check in when their shifts are over.

[ He watches her hand as it settles against her chest. ]

I can ask the nurse to increase your pain medication, if it is that bad.

[ Though she is curious to know who else there could possibly be, his question immediately distracts her from the thought! Her face very nearly brightens! ]

Could you, please? I'm not even doing anything, and it's grating on my nerves...

I'm rather taken aback by your want for it, as you've always enjoyed pain being inflicted upon you.

[ Not waiting for a response, William exits the room to speak with the nurses. They're quick to tell him no but he reminds them that, although Grell's lost her memory, she's still very quick to snap. And that's something they will want to avoid. So finally William returns with the head nurse in tow, a hefty syringe in her hand which she promptly administers.]

[ With a blink, she watches him off. Enjoying pain is certainly unusual, if it's anything like this, she thinks!

Curiously, she watches the nurse inject the medication into her line - but doesn't otherwise acknowledge her. On principle! ]

I suppose you aren't so bad. Although, I still don't know your name.

[ He pulls a frown at her...compliment? ]

William T. Spears. However, as your boss, you should be addressing me as Mister Spears, regardless.

[ She frowns right back with a quirk of the brow. ]

And as your friend?

Given names are acceptable.

[ Hell no he isn't telling her she would always call him Darling. ]

[ That expression turns into a more confused sort of frown, now. A touch amused, too, maybe! ]

As opposed to what?

Anything other than that.

[ He makes certain that his words are stern. ]

Of course, William. What a silly question.

[ That comes with an eye roll, but also, something of a smile! ]

[ He's wary that she'll keep that promise, but he'll bask in it while he can. ]

Are you feeling the medication's effects yet?

[ Doing her best to settle down, there's the slightest wince when she moves about - so, clearly, not enough! ]

Perhaps a bit.

[ So, she intends to run her fingers through her hair as a distraction - but it's still so much, and frankly, a bit tangled! ]

[ He sighs as she fusses with her hair. ]

You should cut it.

[ Gasp! ]