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| Giant Panda | Aug 24 2007, 01:08 PM Post #951 |
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If found please return to Kat!
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"Can you fix it?" she wondered as she got the vains and nerves to connect and seal so that she would stop seizing and bleeding. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Aug 24 2007, 01:10 PM Post #952 |
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Ooh! It's Raining! WAIT! That's Not Rain!
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Willow's lips turn a faint tint of blue as her blood stops flowing as freely. Her wound begins to seep thick clots of blood, blackened, dead tissue mingled in with the red lumps. ooc: I guess I should explain what is wrong with her and how to fix it lol. After her fight with Tyler, having sustained many blows to the stomach, her liver has become bruised. Pieces of dead tissue have broken away into her blood stream and made their way to her heart. To rectify this she shall need an operation to remove the clogged valve, it being replaced with a transfigured vein from her leg. |
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| Giant Panda | Aug 24 2007, 01:16 PM Post #953 |
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ooc: alright.....but still... beck looked at the women assceing the rest of the damage, "WHAT NOW?" she sighed a little mad, "damn Tyler!" she looked at willow as her lips turned blue, "willow if you die its going to be my head!" |
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| Holmesian Feline | Aug 24 2007, 01:52 PM Post #954 |
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Napoleon of Crime
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William gets his results as Willow's lips turn blue. Frowning at them, they are confirmed when he notices what's seeping from the wound as he's about to reply to Beck. "Dammit," he replies, conjuring a stretcher. "I'm gonna have to get her into surgery asap." Levtating Willow onto it he heads with her to the surgery. |
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| Giant Panda | Aug 24 2007, 01:57 PM Post #955 |
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beck sat back down as will left with willow for surgery, she looked down at her shit and jeans, seeing that she was covered in blood she used a few spells to clean herself up while she waited for them to return. ~~~~~ some time later she received a flutter note from will telling him they were in recovery. she got up and went to go check out how the surgery went. |
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| Poetica | Aug 24 2007, 08:01 PM Post #956 |
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*insert stupidity here*
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Dean dutifully settled himself into the chair beside Gem's bed and watched over the sleeping girl. She looked quite beautiful, in fact. Not in the exotic, dark-haired, sultry way, but in a gentle and sweet way. A way that appealed more to him than the other one. Her gently ran his thumb across the top of her tiny hand and smiled down at her with an almost dog-like grin. He didn't let go, even though his arm reaching over was becoming numb and tingly from holding it up so long. It felt like she needed him. Dean didn't dare defy her wishes even though she made no demand. Closing his own eyes, the large man began to doze off just as Gem had. But her voice awakened him from his light lull. He sat up alertly, his fingers released hers accidentally. The look on her face...it was terrified. Dean wanted to kill the person that was causing her that much pain...in her sleep. It was inhumane. Jumping up, Dean bent over her and smoothed her lightly knotted hair out of her eyes with an unusually gentle touch for someone so big. The name she called out. Gem. Hmmm...Dean thought as he watched her expression soften into a carefree smile. He sighed in relief, but did not leave her bedside. The name came into his mind again. For some reason it seemed like this was the girl's name...her real one. Knowing it was completely irrational to think so, Dean pushed the thought away and loosened her grip on the toad. He was afriad that if she hugged it any tighter, she might kill the little creature. |
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| *ink*and*parchment* | Aug 24 2007, 09:04 PM Post #957 |
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Ubberly Addicted like WOAH!
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Gem was dreaming peacefully of pygmy puffs as he brushed his large hand against her bangs. She smiled within her dream, enjoying the touch, and pressed her head against his arm, asking unconsciously for more. She felt pleasantly warm, her hand in his burning one, and continued to sleep peacefully for a few more moments, her pale and slightly freckled face un-creased with tranquility, and glowing with a child-like component. As he carefully pried her arms away from the toad, her eyes opened and she let out a soft yawn, kissing her toad on the top of his lavender-head, and fondly running her fingers across Dean’s chin. “Will you take me home?“ She whispered, hoping not to offend Mr. Healer, but feeling uncharacteristically anxious in this place. As her pinkie brushed against his arm, her eyebrows shot into her bangs once more, as she felt a heat that was drastically different from mere body temperature. Her head cocked a bit as a memory danced before her, and with a baffled expression, she followed it. The girl could see the faint outline of a man, with black and blonde hair like herself. He was holding something in his arms, a woman with bleach blonde hair, covered in scarlet blood. But at that instant, her eyes glazed over, and the memory was gone. At once, Gem began shaking all over, her heart beating rapidly as she gazed up at him, pursing her lips a bit in worry. “Who was that, Dean? The woman? Is she going to be okay?” She waited for his confirmation, sitting up straight, her eye sparkling with tears, concerned for the odd woman’s well being. She raised her arms, asking to be held, as her lower lip trembled a bit more. Gem was confused, and terrified. What was wrong with her, anyway? Why did she have to stay here? And above all, was the woman alright? Did the boy and woman need help? If so, she would have raced to the ends of the earth to help the duo, though she had no idea who they were. Gemma Jewels had no idea who her family was. |
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| Poetica | Aug 25 2007, 12:12 PM Post #958 |
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*insert stupidity here*
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Dean dutifully held his hand against her face as she gently snuggled closer to it. He knew that it was his constantly high body temperature that attracted her that way. Dean honestly felt that that was not a good thing. She trusted him far too much after knowing him only a day. The werewolf actually caught himself thinking of days and weeks ahead. He still wanted to spend time with her. But that frightened him even more. Werewolves were dangerous, and even though Dean was able to control transforming, he was still afraid that Gem would encounter him in the auburn-furred form. As much as he hated to think it, Gem was a bit irrational with her judgment. She would probably consider him a cute and cuddly puppy. Dean Sinclair was not cuddly in any form. Well, that was Dean’s macho attitude talking. (ooc: ;)) Too caught up in his thoughts, he missed her awakening. As soon as he caught a flicker of her multicolored golden-brown eyes in the vicinity of his field of vision, he immediately turned his head back to the hospital bed. Gem now kissed the lavender toad. He smiled at her, his sage green eyes shining brightly with warmth and comfort. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to her inquiry. “I don’t think that the Healer’s will want you to leave. You still don’t know who you are.” His face was apologetic and he furrowed his brows in a saddened, but also in an unintentionally cute way. The thoughts of what he could do to make her comfortable while she was here immediately jumped into his head. Yet, nothing stood out. Even though the girl before him already showed him that she was content with the simplest of things, Dean felt that she needed something extraordinary beside her during this time. Silence elapsed. Dean continued watching Gem somberly. She seemed like she was worried about something again. He was certain of it when tears welled in her eyes. Reaching out, he took hold of her hand and squeezed it soothingly. Her questions were unexpected. A confused look etched into his face. “Wha–––––––” he asked incredulously as she babbled on about some woman. “I think you’re hallucinating,” he mused, looking straight in her eyes. Dean nimbly moved from the chair to the edge of her bed and swiftly wrapped his huge arms around her small body. His hand touched the back of her head and gently pushed it down to his shoulder. “Everything is fine,” he assured her for the millionth time. “It’s just me and you here. Relax and try to rest a little bit, Gem. You–––” He then stopped abruptly, suddenly realizing that he had called her the name that she had mumbled in her sleep. It just seemed so right to call her that…so appropriate. “I’m sorry,”he mumbled. “My head was far away when I called you that name.” Why did it seem so right? He closed his eyes and tried to focus. Nothing came. Dean just there with his arms around the troubled and confused girl, hoping his presence would give her some relief. |
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| *ink*and*parchment* | Aug 25 2007, 05:58 PM Post #959 |
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Ubberly Addicted like WOAH!
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As the warmth of his hand touched her smooth skin she sighed in content. Never before had the girl felt so safe, than she did now, in the presence of the werewolf. With a faint smile, she began planning things that they would do together. Perhaps deep-sea diving, and a trip to her fairyland. The world seemed beautifully peaceful whenever he was around, and he calmed her worries of the hospital. As their eyes connected, she sent him a cheery smile, placing the toad on the bed so he could stretch his legs. “Marcus, did you have a nice sleep?” She asked Mudiwa, stroking his cheek. The amphibian croaked and she pursed her lips slightly, nodding energetically until her hair whipped her freckled face. “Teddy bears, you say? That sounds delightful, love,” she murmured, her breathy voice dripping with enthusiasm as she rubbed between his eyes. As Dean spoke, she glanced up with sparkling, hopeful golden eyes, that soon darkened in disappointment. “No, that’s fine, really! It’s not bad here! I like it, actually. But if you have somewhere to go, I’m sure Marcus wouldn’t mind keeping me company,” she assured him, carefully keeping her tone chipper, and not wishing to cause him any trouble on her behalf. Her brow furrowed a bit so that her faint, blond eyebrows, were lightly visible. “I don’t know who I am… That’s very bad?” She asked, placing a hand atop of the one that was still pressed to her forehead. Did babies not know who they were when born? And were they kept in beds until they could recall that vital piece of information? But the former Ravenclaw wasn’t one to complain, so she merely continued to grin, content with things the way they were. As the vision hit, her eyes clouded over and she let out a shudder, her heart ripping apart at the unexplained passion for the woman and boy. She returned his serious gaze, and relief washed over her. “Hallucinating?” She breathed, pressing a hand to her heart. “Oh that’s good.” Though this could be farther from the truth. It was hallucinations that had caused her to almost die on several occasions. She felt the mattress bounce her up a bit as he sat down beside her, and crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and needing his comfort as if it was medicine. Her eyes traveled to the tile that shone immaculately, and to the ivory ceiling. “You’re very, very warm,” she muttered, resting her small head on his broad chest. “Better than a blanket,” Gem added, smiling gently as she found a stray piece of his slightly shaggy hair and tucked it behind his ear. “Relax,” she repeated, nodding, shutting her eyes in response, and taking deep breaths. As he sung her name, she straightened, and the clouded look returned to her eyes. A flicker of familiarity entered her features for a moment, and concentration caused her lips to press together to form a straight line. “Gem…” She mused, cocking her head slightly, hearing the sound that sparked fuzzed memories in her baffled mind. After a few minutes of biting her lip, she shook her head, giving up. “Like a ruby? I hear orcs store their power in rubies.” She drug her fingers down his muscular arm in thought, as if attempting to memorize every groove as the troubling name bounded around in her mind, giving Gemma a slight headache. |
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| Poetica | Aug 25 2007, 07:33 PM Post #960 |
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*insert stupidity here*
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Dean could not help but grin when she sighed in comfort. He was glad that she was happy and contented with him there. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'll protect you." Nothing and no one would even touch her when he was there. Dean made that vow. Her cheerful smile was rather heart-warming. More warming than Dean's body. He watched silently as she played with her toad and even put in a small pat on the lavender head himself. "Rather cute," he mused, looking more toward Gem than the toad. He could see her disappointment about not being able to leave. "Tell you what," he whispered, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "I'll take you out of here. I'll take you home with me. It's too dreary here for you." He paused and listened to her speak, then shook his head slowly. "Nope, I'm free as a bird," he assured her. "I'll stay with you. Make sure you don't get into more trouble." His tone was now joking. He tightened his hold on her and gently rocked his arms back and forth. "I'm warm?" he asked, trying to sound incredulous. "Well, I guess that's your opinion. I never notice," he lied. "No, hallucinating isn't that good," he said quietly. "I hope you get better." His dog-like characteristics showed through as a low, content growl issued from his throat when she tucked his hair back gently. Dean held his breath when her eyes sparkled with familiarity, hoping that maybe something would come back to her. No. She didn't recall. "Yes, like a ruby," he agreed. "Or in your case, a topaz." Her eyes gave him the inspiration to say that. They had such different shades in them, ranging from the lightest liquid gold of Felix Felicis to the darkest shade of brown. It was unreal. "May I call you Gem?" he asked her, pressing her closer to his chest. |
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| *ink*and*parchment* | Aug 26 2007, 04:59 PM Post #961 |
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Ubberly Addicted like WOAH!
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Gem looked up at his slightly shadowed face and nodded at once. He was a good man, she was sure of it. Though something deep inside of her suggested that he was keeping something from her, but she did not press the matter. Everyone seemed to have their secrets. From the healer, to Dean, and even to Mudiwa who was nestled in her arms like a baby. “I trust you,” she assured him, hugging herself to him, fighting against the chill of the hospital. As his large fingers brushed against the toad’s head, it gave out a croak of protest, surprised by the burning fingertips. At once, she clapped her hands in pure delight and beamed as if it was Christmas morning. “He likes you!” She squealed happily, but then hurriedly added, “Though I had no doubt he did.” She continued to twist her fingers through her hair as she listened, and relief smoothed her features. “Oh! That’d be nice! Though we would want to ask a healer, and I don’t wish to impose,” she babbled, biting her bottom lip in thought. “Maybe then… We could go to a picnic? The sky is such a lovely shade of ash,” Gem pointed out, trying not to bounce up and down in is lap. As he rocked her back and forth like a father does to their child, she rested her head on his shoulder and hummed an off-tune muggle song under her breath. At his next comment, an eyebrow raised again and she nodded until the second, raggedy ribbon fell out of her multicolored hair. “Very. Maybe if you sat in an icebox you would notice,” she commented, looking around for something that would serve that purpose. However, as he continued to talk, her attention snapped back to Dean, though she has almost been to the point of entering her own little world once more. Forever the optimist she merely chirped, “At least they weren’t real people. It would be horrid if they were.” Suddenly, she placed her fingers on both side of his chin and turned his head to ensure that his eyes were gazing into hers. “Am I sick?” She asked, uncharacteristically serious. She didn’t feel sick, and looked relatively healthy beside her dangerously small weight, and slightly hollow cheeks from being underfed. As he growled, instead of questioning it like most people would, she smiled, and ran her pinkie finger through his silky hair, looking at him with the type of respect that a sister might look to their brother. “Topaz, rubies. Like a Queen,” she giggled, her gaze softening from the momentary sullenness. “Sure,” she trilled, without a moment’s hesitation. “I like the name very much.” Gem. The flicker of familiarity lit a flame in her eyes, but sputtered out a few seconds later. |
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| Poetica | Aug 27 2007, 06:48 PM Post #962 |
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Dean patted her back very gently and allowed her to snuggle up close to him. He still felt quite awkward, this not being Sera, but he would not release her from this hug until she was ready. She seemed so helpless. His eyes sparkled as he saw her delight with the toad. Dean wasn't quite sure that the frog like him, but he played along with Gem's sugar-coated, cuddly kitten world. "Well, I kind of like him, too," he agreed, looking at the toad again. Lavender. Not his favorite color, but everything had to have its appeals and turn-offs. "I might have had my doubts," he admitted honestly. "It's okay, they won't mind," he assured with a small smile. "I'll take care of you at my home just as well as they could here. And it's okay," he added. "It's no trouble. Hmm...a picnic sounds good," he mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "I guess we could," he shrugged. He brushed a bit of her choppily layered hair out of his face and sputtered slightly as it got into his mouth when she rested her head on his shoulder. The awkwardness was pulsing through him right now, but it was nice having something to hold in his arms. He bit his lip and shrugged again. "I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, grinning sheepishly. "Just tell me before you roast in my arms," he warned her, chuckling lightly. Dean heaved a breath at her next question. "I don't know," he sighed apologetically. "You do look like you haven't eaten in a while." He made a mental note to feed her as soon as he brought her. "It's okay, whatever you're ill with, I won't promise I can cure you, but I'll make sure you don't suffer." He nodded to her next inquiry, "I guess like a queen. Yes, very possibly." |
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| *ink*and*parchment* | Aug 27 2007, 08:04 PM Post #963 |
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Ubberly Addicted like WOAH!
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As he patted her on her back she couldn't help but giggle, seeing that each time he did so she let out a small hiccup, unused to such force. She rested her chin on his shoulder and smiled slowly. "Oh I'd like to be looked after, Dean. But really, if it's too much trouble, I could be my own mommy. I am ninety three, after all," the nineteen year old stated with a wide smile. "A picnic!" She squealed, and hopped off of the bed, and landed on her back with a gasp. After a few moments of collecting herself, she stood, and grabbed his hand. "I will," she promised, snatching her bubble gum pink ribbon off of the bed and fastening it in a bow around her black and blonde hair. She pocketed her wand, which she had painted rainbows on, and turned around, giving his hand a gentle tug, excited about the outing. She shrugged her bony shoulders and shuffled her feet, trying not to complain about her hunger. "It's no big deal, really," she assured him with another chipper grin. "And I'm not suffering. Not at all. I'm really very happy." And with those words, she reached over and picked up Mudiwa, tucking him under one arm. The toad gave a croak of content as Gemma waved to the wardens and healers, and continued to ribbit when the bubbly girl skipped out of the Hospital, the massive werewolf trailing behind. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Sep 2 2007, 04:49 PM Post #964 |
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Ooh! It's Raining! WAIT! That's Not Rain!
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Whistling to herself, Jennifer wheels the unconscious woman into the ward and leads her over to a bed. She slowly lifts her up onto a bed before hurriedly departing to inform a healer. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Sep 2 2007, 05:28 PM Post #965 |
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Napoleon of Crime
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Nearly running as he came closer and closer to the private wards, William entered to find Jennifer had been right, his beloved Rebecca was the unconscious woman. "Oh Beck...." he nearly whispered as the stroller stopped inside. Nearing her bed, he took her hand in his, rubbing it gently as he raised his wand and began to run scan after scan to find out what was wrong with her. As the results of the common causes for fainting came back negative he ran a few less likely candidates only to get a unexpected result causing him to collapse in the nearest chair. Pregnant? he thought to himself. "But how? I thought...the spell...you were on your cycle...." he broke off in shock more then anything. |
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| Giant Panda | Sep 2 2007, 11:38 PM Post #966 |
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Beck moaned as she slowly came to not really knowing where she was or what was going on her head slowly tilded on the bed towards will, her eyes still closed she grimaced in pain a little from hitting her head on the ground when she passed out. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Sep 2 2007, 11:48 PM Post #967 |
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Napoleon of Crime
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Hearing the moan, William looked back up at Rebecca, sensing she was coming around. Standing back up, one hand still grasping her's he ran the other gently through her hair while muttering a pain-relief spell to ease whatever was causing her pain. "Honey wake up," he replied softly. |
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| Giant Panda | Sep 2 2007, 11:52 PM Post #968 |
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"hummm," she blinked hearing his words. she rolled her head to the other side feeling will touch her head, she slowly opened her eyes blinking to figure out where she was and what was going on. SHe slightly started to panic. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Sep 2 2007, 11:57 PM Post #969 |
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Seeing her start to panic as she opened her eyes, Will said calmly, "Relax Rebecca, you are in the private wards since you fainted. Everything is fine love." |
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| Giant Panda | Sep 3 2007, 12:00 AM Post #970 |
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her eyes shot open wide at his words, "I did what? how?" she said weakly and looked at him, trying to remember what she was doing that would make her pass out, "where are the girls?" she remembered that she was meeting him to watch them, but he wasn't there. that was the last thing she remembered. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Sep 3 2007, 12:18 AM Post #971 |
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Napoleon of Crime
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"The girls are fine and with as as we speak," William replied as he motioned to the sleeping girls a short distance away. Taking a breath as he tried to find the right words to answer her other question, he finally replied, "As to why or how you fainted I need to ask you one question.....the....discomfort you've been feeling the last couple of days....has it really been because its that time of the month?" |
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| Giant Panda | Sep 3 2007, 12:20 AM Post #972 |
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she sighed, she knew that he had to know the truth. She wondered if her suspicions were correct, "no, and I never said they were." she said softly not sure what he was going to say. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Sep 3 2007, 12:30 AM Post #973 |
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Napoleon of Crime
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Lowering his head a little, Will replied, "Ok so maybe I assumed a little since it seemed so...but really..."he broke off not sure how to say it exactly. Taking a deep breath he raised his gaze to meet her's lovingly and replied, "The truth is.....you're pregnant." |
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| Giant Panda | Sep 3 2007, 12:33 AM Post #974 |
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"I thought so," she sighed looking at the ceiling. "it was an accident! I didn't mean to forget will, I just did! and I thought I ..." she started to cry not sure what he was going to say, he seemed shocked at it, she knew he was. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Sep 3 2007, 12:38 AM Post #975 |
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Napoleon of Crime
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"Shhuuu shh Beck," Will replied leaning on the bed to take her in his arms as she starts to cry. "It doesn't matter... really it doesn't." Taking her face lovingly in his hand he wiped away her tears as he begins to cry happily himself and replied, "I'm happy, love, really I am!" |
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