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Date Posted: Mon, May 30 2005, 9:35pm PDT
Author: Gavin
Subject: He could count on one hand how many times he had left her bedside since he had gotten there - four to shower, and once to satisfy his craving simple because otherwise he was going to go into withdrawal and end up in a bed down the hall - so he naturally he was there when she woke. At her cry, he was startled out of the restless sleep he had been attempting on the couch. It took him only a moment before he realized where he was and what was going on, and then he was at her beside, one hand on her forehead and the other soothing her arm. "Baby, just relax babygirl.. You're okay.."
In reply to: Gavin 's message, "
No one should ever feel the way I feel now...
" on Sun, May 29 2005, 10:37pm PDT


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  • Her chest was heaving, her freaking out making the heart monitor sound off in first short little beats and then longer ones before it slowed down again as he continued speaking to her. "Get it out." She begged, her voice pleading. "Please, please get it out.." She pleaded, tugging at the iv in her arm again, causing it to rip a little. "I don't want it, I don't.." She shook her head, the tears starting to feel. "Get it out!" She wasn't in the exact right state of mind, the drugs and the lack of food and the stress getting to her plus she still wasn't sure where she was. (NT) -- Bianca, Mon, May 30 2005, 9:42pm PDT
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