:when minutes turn into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, it gets extremely scary: -- RD Present: County Hospital

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Date Posted: Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:02pm PDT
Author: Jonathon
Subject: :when minutes turn into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, it gets extremely scary:

:he'd been coming to and from here each day for the last week or so. greys mirrors glance at her pale frame once more. while cruising around in his 'Gini he round the wedding ring he had for way too long. digits finger it, then sticks it back into his pocket. he flips open the magazine he was currently reading about Parenthood:

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~After so long of fighting her body finally wins the battle, and her heavy lids slowly open to reveal the dark eyes that lay beneath. Are drawn instantly to him.~ "Jonathon?"~Voice is nothing more then a whisper.~ (NT) -- Ciara, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:07pm PDT
:magazine is laied down quickly: yes doll? :he says, kneeling down at the side of her bed: (NT) -- Jonathon, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:15pm PDT
~Something terrible had happened.~"What happened? Where's Dimitri? How is he? How long has it been?"~ Was her baby all right?~ (NT) -- Ciara, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:19pm PDT
:he glances over her: you went into acomma...Dimitri's visiting your Uncle and he's fine. how long it's been...oh only a week or so :informs her: (NT) -- Jonathon, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:22pm PDT
~"A week! My baby's been in the world a week and I haven't seen him yet?"~ Her eyes fil with tears.~ (NT) -- Ciara, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:25pm PDT
-labios turn into a frown. he takes her hand gently within his: you could not control the fact that you went into acoma. do you want to see him now? (NT) -- Jonathon, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:27pm PDT
~Nods.~"Yes please."~ (NT) -- Ciara, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:44pm PDT
:where the hell was the nurse when she was actually needed? he chuckles inwardily and walks into the hall. throat clears: Ms.McKay is awake...and she'd like to see her child :says announcingly, mirrors showed seriousness: (NT) -- Jonthon, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:46pm PDT
Nurse smiles at him."Thats lovely! I'n going to go in a talk with her for a moment and check her over. While I"m doing this why don't you go get your son?" Walks into Ciara's room closing the door behind her to begin her examination. (NT) -- Nurse, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:50pm PDT
:a spark of energy was sent through him when he was able to go and get his son. a smile touches the features of the masculine one. he moves into the room and get Dimi. thick arms craddle the babe with protection: (NT) -- Jonathon, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:53pm PDT
~The doctor and nurse had both looked her over and talked to her before they would allow Tank back in. She waited with impatience for the sight of her son.~ (NT) -- Ciara, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 7:57pm PDT
:labios touch the top of the babe's cranium before entering. he smiles: Dimi...meet your mummy :he says: she's the one who had to deal with you for seven months (NT) -- Jonathon, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 8:01pm PDT
~Taking the baby into her arms she cradles him, placing kisses on his head and cheeks. Tears of happiness stream down her face as she looks at her baby boy.~"He's perfect." ~Counts his fingers and toes.~ (NT) -- Ciara, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 8:04pm PDT
:as she counted his toes and fingers he says: this little piggy went to the market :murmurs and pulls the chair up besides him: (NT) -- Jonathon, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 8:06pm PDT
~Taking the baby into her arms she cradles him, placing kisses on his head and cheeks. Tears of happiness stream down her face as she looks at her baby boy.~"He's perfect." ~Counts his fingers and toes.~ (NT) -- Ciara, Sat, Jun 01 2002, 8:07pm PDT

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