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Lukas blinked a couple of times when Eirik actually did obey him and let him join in on the examination. He had been expecting some kind of tantrum from him; bitter words, the younger one pushing him out of the room, or just.. Something. He stood there for a moment to make sure he was seeing and hearing right when Eirik did sit, and then laid down on the hospital bed, and Lukas slowly moved over to sit next to him, hands gently stroking his brother's soft, light hair with easy movements.

The Norwegian was quite awkward when it came to feelings, he had a hard time expressing himself and making people realise whenever he liked them or not. Except towards his brother. Lukas still had problem to show on his features that he did love and valued him as the most prized possession in the world, but he surely showed it more often enough in his actions, and his words, instead of facial expression.

"I was thinking, if you had energy we could go to the Italian restaurant in city." Voice spoken unusually soft for being Lukas, and his free hand took his brother's hand to hold it. "If you're feeling too tired, we could order something if you want to?" He didn't exactly feel like cooking today, whenever his brother wasn't feeling well enough, and when they had to go to the hospital, Lukas lost a lot of the energy in himself as well. He was putting down so much time in the lab, he just wished he could find some way to cure his brother right away, so he didn't have to be in this pain all the time..

A nurse came inside together with a doctor to look over Eirík's journal, taking a few tests on him, asking both the brother's various questions as well, which Lukas at least answered honestly to. Making sure he was there as well as a support for his brother, so he knew that he wasn't alone in this, and carefully squeezed his hand. "I have the day off tomorrow since the bacteria needs to rest, do you want to do anything special tomorrow?" Ignoring the nurses and doctors, as his eyes was back on his brother.

It wasn't exactly everyday that Lukas got such sensational news.
Why else would the Norwegian man sit by a table, just staring at the ongoing process of the liquids mixing in a box, one that was usually used to move blood so it wouldn't coagulate. Yet now he had just been too lazy to mix all of them, and decided to just put them in said box.
His eyes where long lost, as his mind where as well, just following the rhythm of the test tubes and their liquid that went around, around around around.. Another rejection on his research, the virus, bacteria hadn't even reacted this time to the solution when he had tried it. It was one thing if it just got the slightest reaction, but it was like dumping water on fingerprints and hoping it would disappear that way.

Taking off his gloves as he rubbed his face, wondering where he had done wrong and what he should do instead. The process of doing these wasn't just over a week, it took months for some of the bacteria he tried to grow would even start to develop properly to use in medication.. If they even did at all. So when another months of research was just to throw in the bin and start over again, he was disappointed. He did have multiple ones going on at the same time, yet every rejection was the same. Now he wasn't only doing something to find a cure for his brother, some other diseases was he gonna cure as well, shame on the one that gave up.

His phone was ringing, and he went over to where it was to pick it up. "Good morning Mr. Bondevik!" Said person made a face, why was the secretary always sounding so happy when there was nothing really right now that could make one smile? "Good morning to you too." He replied, a bit grim and with a slight tone of sulking in his voice. She, as usual, ignored it. She had learned to tell the difference in his voice, and when to push some matter or not, and how his research was going. "I just wanted to tell you that a certain Michael Collins is on his way up to you!" Okay.. Whom and what was on his way up to him? Had he booked in someone that he didn't remember or..? "Uh.. Thank you.. I'll.. Meet him up." Not knowing what else to say to that, as she wished him a good day and hung up.

So okay, he had some weird person he apparently had booked a meeting with coming up through the door, during a day he'd rather sit under his table and hit his head into the wall repeatedly until something popped into his mind. What was wrong with him today? Or the month that had passed? He should have some kind of breakthrough by now.. Yet nothing! He could every chemical equation for normal substances, and stuff one really shouldn't know (self-defense, he said every time.) And had been deemed one of the most clever chemists of his age, maybe overall, because of his incredible memory and ability to come up with solutions in different ways.. Yet he was a failure when it came to this.. Why wasn't he a teacher or something instead for university level? Oh that's right, not the patience..

As soon as he heard a knocking on the door, Lukas knew that he had at least open it up to see whom it was. Making sure to hide his notes in a locked drawer, and as always a gun hiding inside his lab coat as well, safety measurements, especially in those times they where living in right now.

Smooth movements, he made his way over to the door to open it, and blinked a bit in surprise when he saw whom was standing on the other side. Judging by the name, he had expected a tall and muscular man.. But this one.. Did he even dare to say that he was slightly shorter than him? And just looking.. Young. But who knew, it might just be an illusion as well? "Mr. Collins I presume?" Voice smooth once again, business and professional like, yet his eyes where cold, watching his every move to detect a lie or if he was going to fool him into something. "Do you want to come inside?" Stepping aside by the door, to see if he was there for a long chat or a short one. He hoped himself that it was a short, yet he had a feeling this might take a while.

Hate is such a strong word, he just really really really doesn't like her? But I can imagine it like, she being all friendly and flirty, while Lukas is like "lolnopebloodsucker, but you know Mi so maybe..."

A.. true friend?? But aye, that sounds good to me! Their strange rich friendship that works pretty well?

Yo, we should totally plot!

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