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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 6, 2004 15:39:22 GMT -5
(nope which i would think would be obvious since she sorta dropped him on the bed and ran to the bathroom)
*exits the bathroom, feeling dizzy and cautiously makes her way to her bed and pulls out her wand and shakily casts the spell that fixes his arm, before crumpling on the floor*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 6, 2004 15:48:45 GMT -5
*Shallow breathing occasionally punctuated by a full body spasm until the thump of Vivian hitting the floor startles him awake. He looks worse than normal and his body is shaking from a bad weakness in his muscles. He can barely swing his legs over the bed to find out what happened. He has to stop for a minute to stop the waves of dizziness threatening to make him black out again. He finally saw Viv sprawled on the floor with a bruise beginning to darken over her left eye.*
Fuck... Viv, what happened...?
*He moans and pushes himself off the bed. his legs hold him for a grand total of 5 seconds before buckling and having him topple to the ground beside her. He manages to wrap his arms around her and pull himself beside her, feeling that she is, in fact, alive. He pulls the blanket off the bed above him and wraps it around Viv and himself, knowing full well he won't be able to pull them both back up. With this last action, he finally passes out cold once again.*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 6, 2004 15:52:41 GMT -5
*Coming slowly around, She moans weakly as shes pulled into his loose embrace but is comforted by his presence and falls back out of consciousness*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 6, 2004 15:59:57 GMT -5
*Wakes up slowly, gradually some 2 hours later. The sun is coming in the opposite window right into his eyes, causing him to blink and weakly shade his head. He tries to move, finding himself bound tightly by something and doesn't realize at first that it's the blanket he placed there before hand. He's still too weak to do much about it, so he just lays there, unmoving, with a glazed expression on his face.*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 6, 2004 16:06:40 GMT -5
*She slowly comes around and let's her gaze wander around the room wondering how she got onto the floor. She slowly comes to realize that shes being loosely held by a blanket and Zack. She carefully turns around to look at him only to see him staring blankely ahead*
*softly* Oh Zack.
*Carefully places her palm against his cheek and sighs*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 6, 2004 16:17:38 GMT -5
*blinks and shies away from the contact*
Please... don't. It hurts. I... I'm sorry.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 6, 2004 19:11:22 GMT -5
*She lowers her hand and gazes at him in a bit of confusion and a bit more compassion*
Tell me what hurts?
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 6, 2004 19:16:37 GMT -5
*wince* Everything. I feel like I got hit by an 18 wheeler...
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 6, 2004 19:23:35 GMT -5
*looks concerened*
Do you think you can move enough to get back to the bed?
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 6, 2004 19:38:29 GMT -5
*jaw clenches and he swallows and concentrates on just moving a hand... a finger...*
Not really, no. I'm sorry.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 7, 2004 15:19:53 GMT -5
*sighs*
There's nothing to be sorry about.
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 7, 2004 15:53:40 GMT -5
Not keeping him under wraps. Not watching him closer. Not keeping that stuff in a better hidden place.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 7, 2004 16:04:01 GMT -5
*yawns*
What are you muttering about?
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 7, 2004 16:07:33 GMT -5
The things I could have and should have done.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 8, 2004 21:30:00 GMT -5
You can't change the past, sweetie.
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