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Post by Script on Dec 14, 2011 22:48:14 GMT -5
She bit her lip as she met his eyes, her hand hesitating on his shoulder. His eyes were sunken, his face pale. He'd lost a lot of blood. He'd been so badly hurt, and through the night it was a little touch and go. And he'd done it all for her.
"I...I..." she gagged and hurried to the trash bin across the room, picking it up and hurling into it.
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Post by Goblin on Dec 14, 2011 22:52:56 GMT -5
((Poor, poor Script.))
"Maggie?" he said in alarm, trying to get up the way he'd usually get up--using his arms--which, of course, only caused him to yelp in pain and collapse against the pillows again. Wraith, however, shook herself awake and hurried to her friend's side.
"You okay?" she asked, patting Script's back and offering her a handkerchief. She was a little confused about the origins of this sudden attack; Script had been fine last night, as far as she knew, when there was blood absolutely everywhere.
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Post by Script on Dec 14, 2011 22:57:21 GMT -5
((I'm so mean :\ ))
She nodded, wiping her mouth on the handkerchief. "I'm fine, I'm just--" Knocked up and suffering from morning sickness. "Upset."
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Post by Goblin on Dec 14, 2011 23:00:33 GMT -5
"You don't usually get sick when you're upset," Goblin pointed out, concern in his voice. He leaned forward carefully, trying to catch a glimpse of her face, to read the guilty secret that lurked so obviously in her voice.
"I'll get you some water," Wraith offered tactfully, and scurried off toward the kitchen.
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Post by Script on Dec 14, 2011 23:03:31 GMT -5
Maggie didn't want to look at Sebastian. But she knew if she didn't, he'd know something was wrong. He knew perfectly well she avoided eye contact when she was hiding something. So she lifted her face to his. And regretted it immediately when her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly.
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Post by Goblin on Dec 14, 2011 23:08:06 GMT -5
He frowned as soon a she turned to face him. No question about it, there was something she wasn't telling him. Something serious. "What is it, Mag? Are you sick? Or...?" Another possibility dawned slowly on him, but he pushed it away. He couldn't, absolutely couldn't, deal with that concept right now. And if he couldn't deal with it, he could only imagine how she would feel if...no, it had to be something else, anything else.
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Post by Script on Dec 14, 2011 23:10:15 GMT -5
She let out a slow, shaky breath, closing her eyes for just a moment, then opened them, walking back to him to finish bandaging his arm. "No. No, I'm not sick."
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Post by Goblin on Dec 14, 2011 23:12:36 GMT -5
"Oh," he said, trying to hold his arm still while she wrapped it. "That's uh...that's good." Wraith came back at that moment with a glass of water and offered it to Script, and Goblin struggled not to think about anything at all.
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Post by Script on Dec 14, 2011 23:14:25 GMT -5
She let her fingers brush along the crook of his neck because she wanted to touch him, then turned and took the water, sipping. "Thanks."
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Post by Goblin on Dec 14, 2011 23:22:42 GMT -5
Wraith nodded and pulled up a chair by the bed, glancing curiously between Goblin and Script before settling down for a much-needed nap.
Goblin flinched, having gotten unused to Script's touch in the past month or so, and then looked down at his arm and pulled his sleeve over the bandage. "I should go up to the bunkroom...I mean, it's not like it'll bleed anymore..." And he didn't want to think about why she was throwing up if she wasn't sick. Not the morning after his first love died in front of his eyes.
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Post by Ershey on Dec 14, 2011 23:25:10 GMT -5
((Poor Goblin!! I wanna hung him ><))
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Post by Script on Dec 14, 2011 23:25:28 GMT -5
Her lip trembled again and she looked at him almost in shock when he flinched.
And her heart broke all over again.
"You should stay in here, anyway. Wraith? Can we have a minute? Go to bed. He'll be fine."
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Post by Goblin on Dec 14, 2011 23:34:01 GMT -5
((Me too, Ersh, me too.  Ooh, and just let me know if you want to do any threads!)) Wraith stirred and nodded, having almost expected such a request. She got up and gave her brother a long look, as if she was afraid he'd be gone when she woke up. "I'll be fine, Clary," he assured her. "You're still an idiot," she muttered, bending over to kiss his cheek before she headed off to the girls' room. Maybe after she zonked out for a while, she'd tried and get acquainted with the mysterious Sammie. |
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Post by Script on Dec 14, 2011 23:36:35 GMT -5
Once Wraith was gone, Maggie sat in the chair by the bed. She wanted to sit on the bed, but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
And the fact that that was a real concern made her want to cry.
"I was...really scared last night, Sebastian."
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Post by Goblin on Dec 14, 2011 23:43:18 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," he said rather miserably. He had a feeling he'd be saying those words to a lot of people for a lot of reasons in the near future.
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Ooh, and just let me know if you want to do any threads!))