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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 19, 2004 22:06:27 GMT -5
*sleeps peacefully, occasionally murmuring and making noises like 'Kristina' and 'pahty'*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 19, 2004 22:15:38 GMT -5
*frowns slightly and sits on a chair near the bed and soon falls asleep*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 19, 2004 22:31:06 GMT -5
(for the sake of story progression, let's just say it's the next morning, shall we?)
*He exhales heavily and tries to get up before realizing he's chained down. Then, the full force of last night bowls him over and there is an extreme pain in his chest. He wants to moan, make some kind of sound, but it's not coming, it hurts too much. The shaking comes back and his hands are twitching severely. He can't speak, he can't do anything, he's helpless to stop it. It's the heart attack he had the day of his daughter's birth all over again and this time, he wasn't sure anybody knew something was wrong...*
(FAI (for anybody's information), meet George Jung (said: young), savvy? Zack has no children and no wife to speak of, therefore, it's not him. It's George.)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 20, 2004 21:36:41 GMT -5
*eyes flutter open at the noise being made by the thrahing going on in the bed(ooo that sounded dirty didn't it?)*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 20, 2004 21:48:06 GMT -5
*The thrashing and twitching intensify, though greatly hindered by the restraints. He doesn't cry out, it's taking all of his concentration not to pass into unconciousness. His teeth start to chatter, loudly. 'Make it stop!' he wants to say, moan, anything at all. The pain was growing in intensity, he wouldn't last much longer.*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 20, 2004 21:56:36 GMT -5
*eyes widen in alarm and she quickly grabs the vial of muscle relaxant potion off the table next to him and tries to make him drink some*
Here, baby, come on you've got to drink this.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 20, 2004 22:07:21 GMT -5
*The potion is drizzled down his throat, but more the enough of it slides back out of his mouth and down either cheek. Luckily enough, it eased the knot in his throat just enough...*
Haht attack... pain... hurts...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 20, 2004 22:25:23 GMT -5
*quickly wipes the potion off his cheeks*
Heart attack..ok what do I do what do I do
*looks around frantically and settles on hooking him up to a montior which is muggle which she is surpirsed to see there and watches as his heart rate is just a little abnormal but not heart attack worthy then glances back down at him*
You're not having a heart attack. I'm not sure whats going on with you. That worries me
*bites lip in frustration*
Now what?
*feels his forehead and is semi-surprised to find him to be feverish*
I should have known
*goes and gets a fever reducing potions and forces him to drink it*
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 20, 2004 22:28:50 GMT -5
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck! It's a haht attack, I know what it fucking feels like!
No, no, wait, George, ease up! No haht attack, no haht attack, let me IN goddamn you. Big whiff! Big whiff! Big whiff sonny boy, that's it. Just keep breathing, you bastard!
Who the hell ah you?
Me?... I'm... Raoul Duke. Doctor of Journalism.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 20, 2004 22:36:45 GMT -5
*sighs in relief to know she wasn't over looking anything major*
Are you guys ok?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 20, 2004 22:45:30 GMT -5
*silly grin* This man has a bad haht. We've got the medicine for it.
Fuck you, Duke! I need a doctuh!
I am a doctor, you rat bastard psychotic!
A REAL doctuh!
Where do you get off sandbagging a doctor of journalism, my friend?
Yah not my friend, leave me alone! I'm having a goddamned haht attack!
No you're not! The bats will eat you first!
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 20, 2004 22:47:48 GMT -5
*rubs temples as she feels a migrain coming on*
Ok you two listen up!
*waits as they continue to bicker and grows increasingly imaptient till she snaps*
I said SHUT UP!!
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 20, 2004 22:54:52 GMT -5
I'm having... a fucking HAHT ATTACK!
NO YOU'RE NOT PIG FUCKER!
People, please! Shut up, both of you... I can't take this anymore. If you're pissed off, go read my poetry or something, all right?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Mar 20, 2004 23:15:33 GMT -5
*looks slightly suspicious but non the less relieved*
You write poetry?
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 20, 2004 23:19:28 GMT -5
*shrugs* Yes, I'm William Blake. Of course, I didn't know I wrote poetry until I met Nobody... but that's the past. Now that they're both quiet, please feel free to go about your activities.
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