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Post by Script on Dec 6, 2011 21:04:32 GMT -5
Six Weeks.
It had been six weeks since the night of the debutante ball.
And Maggie had been sick for the last two.
She'd taken an extra hot shower, willing herself to feel better. It didn't work. As it was, she was kneeling over one of the toilets, throwing up. Throwing up what, she wasn't sure, since she was pretty sure there was nothing left in her system to get rid of.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 9:24:31 GMT -5
Skittery had sold his papes quickly that day, but maybe only because he bought half of what he usually bought. He was worried about Maggie; she hadn't been able to shake this stomach thing off for a while. He leaped up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and headed for the girls' bathroom.
His heart sank when he saw (and heard) her. He walked silently up to her and gathered her hair in his hand, rubbing her back with the other.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 11:41:14 GMT -5
Maggie felt pathetic. She was clammy, felt nauseous, and was tired all the time. She had a vague memory of Tag being sick in the hospital when she first moved to the House, and she hoped she wasn't ending up with the same thing.
When she was finally done dry-heaving into the toilet, she sat on the floor, leaning back into him, and whimpered.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 13:38:23 GMT -5
"Poor baby," he murmured, holding her. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital...?"
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 13:58:55 GMT -5
She snuggled against him right there on the floor. "I'm okay now. I just--it just hits me out of nowhere sometimes. Race walked by me in the lobby chewing on a cigar and I almost hurled all over the ledger." She let out a sigh. "What the heck's wrong with me?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 14:13:17 GMT -5
"I don't know..." he said softly, sighing with concern and worry. "It's not food poisoning since we eat all the same things... And stomach bugs don't usually last this long..." He was starting to think there might be something seriously wrong with her.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 14:16:36 GMT -5
She bit her lip, thinking. "Should--should I really go to the doctor? They're awfully expensive..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 14:23:05 GMT -5
In the past, he would've paled at the thought of going to a doctor, mainly because it would take him years to pay off that debt. But Maggie did have a father who might be willing to help out, especially if they discovered some serious illness. "Yeah, I think you should, baby," he encouraged her, kissing her forehead.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 14:24:27 GMT -5
She nodded, finally standing up. "I'll go. Go sell the evening edition." She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him, but didn't kiss him. She didn't want him to catch her bug.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 14:27:52 GMT -5
His brow furrowed immediately. "You...are you going now?" He didn't want her to have to go alone.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 14:34:35 GMT -5
She nodded, brushing her hair out. "I just want to get it over with. In case I need medicine."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 14:39:27 GMT -5
"Are you sure you want to go alone? I can go with you, I don't have to sell..." he told her, his eyes filled with concern as he looked down at her.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 14:45:47 GMT -5
She gave him a weak smile. "Sell, baby. I'll be okay. No point in you not making enough money. I know you've been selling less the last couple of weeks because of me, already."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 14:48:07 GMT -5
He let out a sigh. That was true, but he didn't want her being alone when she felt so poorly. "Okay.... But find me right when you get home, okay?" he demanded, his hands resting on her shoulders.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 14:52:59 GMT -5
She nodded and leaned up, kissing his cheek. "I'll be back soon." She gave him another smile, then grabbed her coat, putting it on before she left.
It was a couple of hours before she got home, and she walked into the lobby, looking pale and tired. And she'd been crying.
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