Is this plausible? Mason sighed in frustration, balling another pair of grass-stained socks into his fist. His duffel bag was overflowing with various jerseys and underwear, his only ticket to safe night on a cracked linoleum floor. The soulless yellow lights of the laundromat had become a companion in the night, with the hum of a washing machine spinning in his brain. Just as he had flung his locker door closed , and eased himself down onto his bag, wresting with the haphazard zipper, Victor flew around the corner. "Hey Mace , I can't stop and talk , have to train the guys and drive through bloody traffic to get there" . He spoke in a blurred rush of distraction as he grabbed a shirt from his locker. "Yo Vic, hello to you too..." Mason sighed again, his exasperation growing at the lack of greeting. "Sorry Mace, know , Ivy League commitments, I just , it never slows up. See you later." Mason didn't even look up from his overstuffed problem, the duffels teeth caught on a jersey sleeve, jarring the zip. "Ah hell , this is all so -". Exhaling in defeat Mason slammed his back against a random lock and started a phrase that wouldn't reach any ears but his own . "hey VIC , could I crash your place tonight-" . Victors eyes sailed past Mason's in a frenzied blur. "Gotta go buddy, stay safe , have fun out there , catch you later" And with that Victor was gone, tugging his shirt over his back as he rounded the corner at lightning speed. "Yeah, that guy really needs to slow down ." Mason was alone again, gazing down in despondency at his laundry and his subsequent evening of drifting . As he resigned himself to the realities of his night, Ethan came sauntering round the corner, noticing Mason's presence, he stopped and offered a hand. "Mason? You need help with that? " Mason gazed up from his bag, relieved at the sound of acknowledgment. "Hey Eth, yeah if you could just hold that end down while I zip this sanded thing up" Ethan's eyes were sunken , as he held down the fabric as Mason yanked the zipper closed. "Thanks man, so what's up?" . Ethan , sinking down onto the uneven duffel bag , shrugged with exhaustion. "Not much, was needing to talk to Vic but , can't chase that guy down these days" Mason sighed yet again, concern passing through his stare . "Yeah I worry about him sometimes . He'll have an aneurism yet." Ethan laughed , fatigued showing in in lack-lustre demeanour . "He means well , Mace , but yeah he bites off more than he can chew , then spits it all over ya" Mason grinned back , shaking his head with agreement. "Yeah , poor ol' Victory boy . Anyway , I need to ask you a favour " Ethan rested his head on his fist , seemingly unfazed by the prospect . "Sure , hit me. " Mason paused in hesitation, glaring into the light just above Ethan's head as he framed the predicament, not even having a starting point . "I know you have treatments , probably tonight yeah?" . Ethan ran an exhausted hand through his hair and nodded "Yeah, I'm doing a four hour stint , not looking forward to it, why?" . Mason leaned in closer , meeting Ethan's tired eyes "any chance I can crash at your place , I'll have a decent meal ready when you get back , I'm trying to avoid my roommate because , well it's complicated-" Ethan stared back , his gaze softened with understanding. "It's fine .we could both use the food . I'll see you around nine ?" Mason , still musing the weight of the bag and his hunger levels , nodded amicably. "It's a plan Eth, I can throw together a mean plate of nachos, maybe a few mission style burritos. Your stomach will love me " . Ethan's laugh was filled with amusement, as he laced one of Mason's bag handles through his knuckles . "Oh , I'll be looking forward to that bro, you can do wicked things with tortilla chips .. and hospital food is garbage . Thanks , and don't hesitate to stay at mine whenever ." Mason rose and hauled the remaining strap off the floor groaning as he alleviated Ethan of the other . "This thing must contain every piece of clothing I own, I'll have to do some laundry at your's first , then I'll show your hot plate who's boss ." Ethan stepped backwards, his lean frame unbalanced by the sudden removal of the weight from his grip . "I really need to get back into training.." Mason's palm came down on Ethan's shoulder with a centred thump. "Well, you look like hell at the moment but, maybe you could talk to your doc about it later huh? I know Vic misses you as corner, he's been whooping Logan's ass a little too hard out of frustration." Laughing in response , Ethan shook his head "yeah , he's not about to accept the loss of my razor sharp skills huh?" They both stared at Mason's loaded shoulder , a silent moment of shared memories encompassing them. "Yeah, we all want you back out there , Ethan. But for now , let me at least lend your sofa a nice imprint of my ass ". Ethan , snorting in approval, clapped Mason over the back as they staggered out of the locker room and went their seperate ways .

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Please assses this in the exact same fashion : The lights plunged out throwing the room into ink black darkness , and imperceptible flecks of light shone through Victor's eyes as he angled his phone underneath his face . "What in fresh hell..." . His unimpressed groan, followed by Mason's snort of irony , cut through the half empty apartment . "Looks like the only energy we have to run on now is the glow of your frustration Vic, maybe we should get creative with it. " Ethan smirked, raising one eyebrow and giving a dark chuckle , eliciting laughter from Mason and an eye roll from Victor , still fumbling with his phone's flimsy torch. Barely offering any illumination to the thick blanket of outage , he balanced it in his lap, creating a trail of faint light that outlined his boxers, as his eyes glared at Ethan as if to fuel the imminent flame. "Oh you'd enjoy that too much , Ethan " Mason replied, awakening his phone in a playful manner and flooding the room with blue light, snorting again at the effectiveness of his torch over Victor's. "Because while you may be full of yourself Victor, sometimes late at night you're full of my charming personality too ..". Mason grinned and flickered his torch across his features in mock victory. Just as Victor was about to retort in exasperation at the juvenile teasing going on around him, a piercing buzz seared through their banter and threw the electricity back on, the room drowned in artificial light and a collective sigh of relief filled the air . "Thank God for that " . Ethan , dodging Victor's glare of sardonic amusement , gulped down a precious mouthful of tepid cola as he savoured the moment of normalcy unfolding around him, his earlier treatment session seeming as if maybe it never happened at all. Victor glanced back at the static covered television and flipped through the snowing channels , cursing under his breath in disdain. Ethan , resting on his elbows against the worn sofa , albeit exhausted already , threw Victor an almost infuriating wink. "Yeah , Mason and I will go shower... I won't enjoy it too much at all. Promise. " Ethan glanced at Mason in jest , falling backward on his elbows as all three chuckled , enjoying Ethan's reprieve along with him, united by the pure idiocy of the moment . "Ah well, I'll leave you alone with the tube Vic, hopefully you can get the movie channel back at least." . Ethan rose to his feet , his jaded green eyes fixated upon the bag of toiletries crumpled in the foyer. Mason was at his side right away , hauling up several bags of clothing and provisions. "You hit the shower , I'll make us some actual dinner . See , Vic , I do have skills..." . Victor smiled , his hazel aspect drifting from the television and locking with Mason's in acknowledgment. "I would have just ordered pizza but yeah, you can do some damage in that kitchen , ain't gonna lie." With a nod Mason let Ethan head for the bathroom while he navigated his way through the bright kitchen, passing plates onto the table and fleecing the refrigerator for edible remnants. There was a steady, comforting presence of a disjointed but refreshing normality as the water sprayed against the shower wall , and all three went about their mundane tasks in satisfied silence. If belonging awaited them anywhere , it seemed imbued in the moments that followed. "Come get your laughing gear around this . I found some leftover chicken and mixed it with Macaroni and nacho cheese. And it smells like heaven" Mason announced as he dumped himself in a chair and hoed in, taking appreciative mouthfuls. Victor was at the table almost faster than Ethan , who poked at his plate mockingly before digging in with enthusiasm and depravity from his long week of cardboard hospital meals. "This beats hospital food , Mace, I can't believe it's this good." Victor, chewing with enthusiasm , swallowed hard with a hum of approval. "Told you my boy here can cook." After devouring their plates of food, the three , enveloped in the sweet comatose of passable food, gravitated toward the living room to sleep off the carbohydrate induced lullaby that salvaged their wearied bodies. "Night , Eth . Thanks for knocking me sideways with that concoction Mace, you sleep tight buddy." . Victor sprawled out on the carpet , mumbling at the ceiling as he started to slip into a deep slumber. Mason clambered onto the sofa, heavy lidded and looking pleased with the outcome of his efforts. "Yeah, it was nothing , I'll see you both in the morning " . Mason too was soon falling asleep as Ethan climbed into the beaten recliner under the half-open window , relishing in the full stomach and peace of mind he had been without for at least a week and no less . "Night Vic , Mace, " he muttered as the room faded into a placating darkness. Solace soon descended upon the three friends as the hours before twilight cocooned them in a familial blanket of peace. .....

Now asses this piece in the same fashion: Carter waited for a lulling moment in the rushing of traffic to make his fleeting observation, causing Ethan to glare at the taillights as they canvassed both their faces in a harsh white glare. "I've thought of stopping treatment before . But only to be reckless , to feel alive , to do stupid , unthinkable things. You know Ethan, who in our positions hasn't wanted to just...feel invincible for just a damned second. And that's ok , if you find a method that you can sustain ." Ethan shook his head , his frail lungs drawing a thin breath, incredulous, and spat casually at the grass beneath his fingers, grinding them tighter into the soil. "I don't even hope for that, I understand that I'll never feel as alive I did before the injury , even if I was annihilated by an explosion of actual gasoline . I'm dying inside , where no person can touch me, much less the nerves that lie frayed there -" Carter interrupted with an unmeasured laugh, his unfazed chuckle sitting between them. "Ethan , look at us, we eat sodium free garbage , we survive on edible caffeine , we can't drink more than a cup of water a day. But what do you exist for , and don't answer that. Because we both know the truth." As another sailing car transcended them, he confronted Carter's gleaming pupils with a bullseye directness . "How the hell-" . Running his hands through his hair , a feather away from ticked with amusement he shivered. Carter only smiled , and blinked away the smoke in his sidewalk bound vision as an exhaust pipe infiltrated him. "Don't ask questions I can't answer , man" Then Carter's grey irises swung away as he shrugged in irony . "I just do. And we've been out here too long . Not that I care" Ethan tore up a handful of grass as sprinkled it across his lap in a frustrated motion. "I seem to chase those ideas, those insane little things that people don't think matter. And I can't find anything to give me that spark " Carter flicked his lighter and let it stand solid in the night, not a flicker touching its radiating heat" . "I know . It's insidious , huh?" . He snapped the lighter closed , a trail of smoke framing his pupils as he blew at it cooly. "All that matters is ; they don't understand it the way we do. " Ethan , watching with unease , turned his head away . "They never will Carter , they don't even try..." Carter's eyebrows rose in accused disbelief. "They do, but you are the only one who can stop pretending you detest the idea of it. Of them becoming too close to that flame." Ethan's sigh was drowned out by a passing car, the reality sliding down his curved spine as he slouched in a hybrid of relief and denial. "Maybe.." Carter only laughed in response , tilting his head back and causing a silver lining to caress his larynx. No Ethan, Definitely. They care , they don't necessarily understand but, it's on you to help them. Now I'm unstable , sure . But I care that you're still here." . Ethan's head sank even lower beyond his shoulders as he abandoned his sense of resolve in the darkness. "Would you even notice...". Carter unveiled his lighter's flame, inhaling its warmth and dangerous proximity as he spoke, its illumination inciting his gaze with passion . "Don't question that. Ever. " Ethan then angled his body closer and glanced over the flame , his eyes glassy with detachment. "Why do you chase danger? Why are you so reckless when you claim to care about others . Just answer that, Carter. " As Ethan awaited a response , Carter relinquished his flame, and swung his jaded , insomnia ravaged eyes away , lowering his voice to a reduced whisper. "Maybe I don't expect the same return on my investment. Maybe I suspect , deep down , that no one would notice. Maybe, Ethan , I'm damned sure of it." Ethan offered a cynical snort of contempt at the accusation hanging in the air , leaving embers crumbing at his feet as he held his stare on Carter's . "Now , you can stop talking Carter, because that's rubbish if I ever heard it. I know it's hard to accept right? Because maybe we do have a lot more in common than you thought."" Before Carter withdrew his eyes , his shoulders eased back onto his elbows as he exhaled in disbelief, staring up at the vast span of aimless sky, his thoughts scattered between the stars , lost and evasive. "Thanks , I guess no one has ever ..." his voice dispersed into a hoarse whisper . "It's just the truth , Carter." Ethan replied from where he sat , still balled with his arms woven around his knees. Irony , simmering in both their veins , cast silence and reflection across both their depleted , dialysed bodies as they avoided the renal ward , taking up residence on the roadside . If even only for a brief period , it seemed like an eternity that neither of them could break. Finally Carter ruptured the silence , his voice still above a whisper. "Ethan , I'm sorry . I'm just , I don't even know anymore. I wish I could matter as much as-". Ethan snapped Carters lighter closed for him, enveloping his palm over Carters knuckles and pulling his fist into a genuine embrace against his shoulder . Carters grip deadened on impact , the lighter falling to the ground as he absorbed its heat, his eyes softened by his own confusion and guilt. "I guess unstable isn't the word. I'm lost...I've always been so ...". Ethan , relaxing his hand and letting Carter resume composure , fell back onto the grass . "Not anymore , not if I'm around. " Carter , resigning to the cool breeze sighing at his hair , sent Ethan a nod and placed his lighter back in his pocket . "Thanks for staying out here with me so late , I know the others would be wondering where you've been , in this state ." Ethan , not moving from his bed of hospital lawn, muttered quietly "it's fine, I think we both needed this. You'll be alright Cart, it's hard to even survive a day sometimes but , I think there's a reason I do this beyond trying to feel alive . " Carter sighed and gazed out into the non existent traffic . "Yeah , and it's why I'm glad you're here. " They both gazed , stares unwavering, into the sky and said nothing as the shared understanding washed over them . Soon enough , the faint lure of grease inebriated fare entered their lungs , causing Ethan to sigh resistantly. "I could hold down some pizza, let's get back to the ward ." Carter was quick to his feet and offered Ethan a calloused, gauze wrapped hand. "Yeah , let's get some food into us , huh , and thanks again for this...." They both staggered back to the cafeteria, the warm off-white lights of the kitchen streaming across the plastic tables as they slipped into a booth. The meal scorched both their tongues as they made stale jokes and Carter resumed his wicked grinning, referencing his past as Ethan struggled to digest his mouthfuls . The night slipped into the early morning, both friends sharing a newfound camaraderie in the dead of the night, only the two of them sharing the heat that seeped from the cafeteria's food bay, its rotisserie turning mechanically as a backdrop to their solace.

Now rate this piece in the same fashion: With flecks of gold scattered across his green eyes, he flashed a smile that captured the essence of summer. His tanned complexion shone in the daylight, and the waves lapped at his bare ankles while he stood amidst the breeze. His lips, chapped and coated with the salt of the ocean air, seemed irresistible. Reaching out gingerly, she traced her finger along the outline of his youthful grin, leaned in closer, and gazed deep into his mischievous stare. With her other hand, she ran her fingers across the tender spot where his skin met his earlobe, and swept her tongue along his bottom lip. His heated gasp filled her ear, sending a jolt to her core as she interwove her fingers in his tousled, sun-bleached hair. Grasping his scalp, she pulled him closer, deepening their kiss as he hovered his palm at the small of her back. He bit at her collarbone, dragging his teeth roughly across her bare skin, and whispered, "Good morning to you, too." With a laugh, she pushed his chest with open palms, and he staggered backward, dragging her with him as they fell into the shallows, their legs intermingling. "I was awake all night imagining this," she teased, gliding her hands up his abs, and pushing him down into the cool water, the friction of sand grazing his flesh under her touch. She trailed her tongue across his pec, leaving an exhilarating path of sensations in her wake, causing him to groan, repositioning her in his lap. As her hands reached the hollow of his neck, she whispered, splashing ice-cold water across his lips. "Did you miss me?" A hoarse gasp replied for him as the intoxication that coursed through his veins stole his breath. "Not as much as I need you. Now," he mumbled against her neck with urgency. His scent filled her lungs, a mixture of surfboard wax and generic soap; she held him in her chest for a moment, comforted by the familiar smell. The waves lapped coolly at the hotness pooling between his legs as he fought to hold himself back, his pupils dilating with aren't . Memories of the previous night raced through her mind as she brushed her hands along the waistband of his board shorts, playing idly with the knot, untying it with deliberate slowness. "How badly do you need me?" she asked, her voice laced with a tone that sent shivers cascading down his spine, as his hips rose instinctively toward her hand. Her hands grasped his thigh for leverage as she looped the cord of his shorts between her fingers, teasing the hairline between his hips. His groan of frustration elicited a smile of euphoria from her lips as he growled, "Come here." As she inched closer, she brushed her hand over his growing aren't , a thrum of ecstasy washing through her senses as his nostrils flared in response to her touch. "Last night, when I left, did you ever dream I'd return?" she teased as her hands traced patterns into his hipbones and his head dipped back below his shoulders in surrender. "Oh, God," he breathed into the balmy twilight air. Leaning forward, he ran his hand through her dark strands of hair, combing them away from her vibrant blue eyes with calloused fingers, and pulling her pelvis down into his lap. The biting water stung his desire, cooling the heat just long enough for him to catch his ragged breath. "I was hoping you'd be back, Cutie," he said, his lopsided grin matching the gleam in his stare as she outlined his smattering of freckles with one finger, and slipped her other hand below the hem of his shorts. His chin rested on her exposed clavicle as he slowed his breath, coming faster as she slid further down. Her grasp, firm and deliberate, sent a surge of ecstasy to his groin, as she caressed his aching aren't . Eliciting a shuddering breath from his clenched teeth as he writhed in her hands, she whispered, "Not yet..." and withdrew her touch. The pace of his breathing sped up as she skirted the edge of his aren't , freezing his movements in the glow of the darkening sky as the sun sank out of sight. Then, as she climbed out of his lap, leaving him submerged in the waves, she turned, whispering in the encroaching moonlight, "I have to go." His pulse screamed to a halt, and he rasped after her, grabbing her hand. "Where? Why? And ... again, just like last night. You even told me this was what you wanted. I believed you, isn't it true? ..." His eyes searched hers with confusion and genuine defeat, saying nothing as he relinquished his grip on her wrist. Her eyes held a glimmer of remorse, and she waded out of the breakers, evading his hand as it fell away and hit the water with a dejected splash. "I'll be back before morning, please wait for me." Her words hung in the air, shattering his smile. As his body slid under the surface of the ocean , he gazed up at the sky in disillusionment. "You won't be back..." She left in silence, and only glanced over her shoulder once, as she left him behind yet again, torn with guilt and shame. Maybe it was a mistake; he wouldn't wait. He'd be gone by daylight. As his eyes drifted open , the beach was devoid of life. All but his own thumping pulse , beating in sync with the crashing waves . With his surfboard stashed under the pier, he traced the foam with a despondent ache in his fingers. It wasn't the lack of sleep, it was the sickening guilt of not following her. There was a hopeless sense of loss in the air , of grief. Of finality. Could someone so fragile have survived the night? Then he heard her tear-stained voice cut through the moonlit atmosphere, "Flynn?". His eyes snapped open into full awareness, as he turned toward her voice, relief flooding his veins. His heart, stuttered in his throat as he called out across the sand. "Cutie, is that you?" Her whisper found him , trembling with despair. "I ... I'm sorry " . Rising from the shallow water and following the sound of her sobs to where her figure knelt in the gentle breakers , he embraced her from behind , placing his chin atop her head. "Are you hurt? Skye , what happened?" he asked with worry , his emerald eyes burning as he reached for her wrists. Skye offered up her arms in defeat, shaking her head. "I didn't do anything, but almost. " Flynn reeled back in shock ,his heart racing through his chest in a blur , as he cursed himself . "I'm sorry, Cutie...I really am" . his voice fell away into the tide, ebbing out and fading. She turned and met his gaze , her blue eyes shining like shattered glass. "I never meant to leave you . I was afraid-". He pulled her in closer , almost holding on too tightly as his strained muscles betrayed him. "Afraid of what?" His own voice was filled with hurt and confusion, not relinquishing his grip as she twisted around in his lap. "Afraid that you'd leave for good if you saw me like this." Flynn's heart thudded to a halt in his throat as he whispered ," I waited all night for you." There was a long silence before she spoke. "You know what I almost did?" You're not angry?" His voice was above a whisper as he nodded against her forehead, his gaze unwavering. " Yeah , I do. But we'll face this together , if you'll let me help. I hate that you were alone last night." She leaned back , sinking into his chest as he braced himself against the dunes , his irises emblazoned passion. "Stay tonight, we can just sit here , and do whatever, I don't care...Just as long as I know you're safe. " . She inhaled his scent, the comforting smell of him soothing her nerves as she sank into his chest. " Alright, I'll stay. I do care about you, Flynn. " He traced his fingers along her collarbone, and sighed into her hair, the familiar aroma filling his lungs. Coconut oil and cinnamon inebriated his senses, and he drew her closer. Closing his eyes , he retained his stillness, just the feel of her against him enough. "So , are you sure you're ok? " he asked softly. "Well, I tried to -but then I didn't because I couldn't do that to you. I couldn't hurt myself knowing how worried you'd be. " Her words settled into his bones as he smiled a desolate grin that didn't reach his eyes. "We'll figure this out, I promise. " He dwindled two fingers at her hairline , brushing a stray tress from her vision. They soon drifted into slumber, her breath falling steadily on his arms , as nightmares danced behind her eyes. "Hey, it's alright. You're safe." He whispered as she writhed against his chest , her pulse racing, causing his to shift further up the dune as she thrashed against open air. Her eyes , shooting open , were filled with tears and she clung to his bicep , rasping with panic. "Flynn? " Her shoulders relaxed as she registered his features in the grey light .As impending dawn framed his eyes, lending them a gleam of his characteristic optimism. "Baby, you're awake? Don't worry, you're on the beach, with your handsome captor-" . For the first time she laughed , her smile touching her fatigued eyes . "Oh shut up and just come here " she rasped, leaving her bad dreams behind for a moment . Despite her eyes being red-rimmed from crying, she leaned in and laid her head against his chest, her own frantic pulse matching his . "So will you finally teach me how to surf today? " Flynn's responding laughter filtered between them as if embodying the sunlight. "Cutie, I thought you'd never ask , but only if you're up for it?". Sky almost fell into his vernal, warm lips as she kissed him and then pulled back to gaze into his stare. "As long as I'm with you, I'm up for it. Please teach me so I can share that board with you." He laughed even harder , gesturing to where it lay buried from sight. "I think I can manage that. I'll learn to share." Chuckling in the sunshine, he gathered her limbs in his arms and stood up, and she swung around , mounting his shoulders. "Piggy back me to the shore"

do this one : "Can you hear me?" the rough, concerned tone asked as Liam writhed against the concrete, groaning in agony. "Don't try to answer that, just blink twice. Take it slow." As he fought to drag his eyelids upward, the pain, like a coiling wire, constricted his blood flow in brutal retaliation. "Make it stop-" he choked. If he expelled the violating drug from his intestines, his efforts would amount to zero. Square one. In horror, the rising of the illicit substance wasn't unlike a negative battery melting into a metal cylinder as his throat tightened. He was at the end of a long night, his vision raw from never resting his eyes, the blood vessels all but ruptured and torn. The ingested substance had been a sinister mistake to accept, and if he threw up twice, the contraband would be purged from his system; he battled to hold it inside. All he had could never be enough, he countered, whatever could? Even his attempts to obey the voice, coming from somewhere above him, seemed in vain. As Liam writhed in the dying sunlight, his skin erupted in feverish bumps, a crawling sensation exploring the surface of his skin. A sensation of depraved cruelty jolted down his spine as he screamed through his clenched teeth in helplessness. The nausea rose again, claiming his entire being, his heart continuing to pulse, counting away the seconds till he submitted. "Help me--No. No," he pled through his locking jaw as he fought another potent wave. The instinctive reaction of his body gripped every fiber as he felt his fight ending. He sank his teeth into his gag, screaming against the material bound across his tongue, taunting his strength and resilience. Then, in one dreaded motion, the inevitable rise built within him, futile to resistance. His eyes widened with panic as his gag soon became saturated with the vile substance, leaving a bitter sting as he struggled against it; the retches that followed heaving through his chest. Liam collapsed into the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, his ravaged body welcoming the end with resignation. "Shit," he lamented in terror, mumbling in heartbroken defeat, "Twice... now it's too late."

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Please rate the engagement and style of this piece : With flecks of gold scattered across his green eyes, he flashed a smile that captured the essence of summer. His tanned complexion shone in the daylight, and the waves lapped at his bare ankles while he stood amidst the breeze. His lips, chapped and coated with the salt of the ocean air, seemed irresistible. Reaching out gingerly, she traced her finger along the outline of his youthful grin, leaned in closer, and gazed d