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Date Posted: Mon, Dec 12 2005, 9:57pm PST
Author: Gabe
Subject: (He had walked the hallway like a man walking to the electric chair on death row.. he hated hospitals already.. apparantly the sentiment ran true amongst the Marita men. When the doctor left him alone in her room he finally released his breath, his eyes full of worry and concern for her, his heart picking up when he saw how.. normal... she looked. He walked over to the side of her bed and ran a soft hand down her cheek, whispering.) Hey Kelce.. sweety.. I'm here. (He flicked his eyes back to locate a chair and sat at her side, slipping his hand into hers.. it just seemed like the right thing to do. Seeing her hand splited up was enough tomake his stomach tight and nausea creep up.. he had never dealt well with sickness.)
In reply to: Jewel 's message, "
Well She's gonna live forever if the good die young
" on Mon, Dec 12 2005, 8:35pm PST


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  • Her eyes fluttered open at his touch, a low breath escaping her lips as she looked over at him. She was still refusing to believe what the doctors had told her, there had to be some mistake, they had mixed her up with someone results, some tests had gotten crossed somewhere. A slight bitter smile curved her lips, her eyes on him for a brief second before they closed. "Come to break me out of here?" She questioned, clearing her throat. "Cuz I really don't need to be here...I want to go home." She was fine, they had her wrist fixed and that was all that was really wrong, nothing they could do about a concussion. (NT) -- kelci, Mon, Dec 12 2005, 10:02pm PST
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