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Post by Script on Dec 27, 2011 20:28:07 GMT -5
Script stood over one of the sinks in the washroom, splashing her face with cold water. She'd been feeling sick again, but not like the morning sickness used to feel. This was something else. And it hurt.
She was grey and clammy, and every so often she'd get a sharp pain in her abdomen. She was pretty sure she was only three months along now, and the doctor had said not to expect movement for at least another six weeks.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 27, 2011 20:33:03 GMT -5
Skittery had been in a silent panic ever since he'd finally gotten Script to admit she wasn't feeling normal. He had just jetted off to Tibby's, bringing her back some chicken noodle soup. ((My autocorrect changed chicken to hickey at first. That would probably help her feel better, too, a hickey from Skitts! Daaaaamn.))
He found her up in the bathroom, his heart dropping into his stomach at the sight of her. She didn't look much better. "Hey..." he said softly, approaching her. "I got you soup."
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Post by Script on Dec 27, 2011 20:38:21 GMT -5
((Dude, I would make out with the boy in a freakin' heart beat. To hell with making out. I'd get him naked. Yum.))
She nodded, glancing at him through the mirror. She had dark circles under her eyes from where she hadn't been sleeping the last couple of nights. "I--I'm not really hungry--oh!" She clutched the porcelain of the sink, shuttung her eyes and whimpering as another cramp hit her.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 27, 2011 20:40:12 GMT -5
He dropped the bag that held the soup and ran to her, holding her up. "It's all right, Mags. I'm here. It'll be okay." At least he hoped it would.
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Post by Script on Dec 27, 2011 20:44:10 GMT -5
She took a breath, letting it out slowly. In a very small voice she said, "Something's wrong, Mike..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 27, 2011 20:46:41 GMT -5
"Well, yeah, obviously," he replied, brow furrowed deeply. He didn't remember reading anything in that pregnancy book about symptoms like this. She must have a stomach bug or something. Just as well he dropped the soup; she wouldn't have eaten it anyways if that was the case.
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Post by Script on Dec 27, 2011 20:49:25 GMT -5
She shook her head, swallowing roughly, her mouth dry. "Take me to the infirmary. I--I need to lie down." He didn't understand. He didn't understand what she was feeling. Like she was being ripped apart from the inside out each time a pain struck.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 27, 2011 20:55:10 GMT -5
He nodded silently, then bent down. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and carried her down the two flights of stairs to the infirmary. When he reached it, he gently set her down on a cot, looking more worried than ever.
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Post by Script on Dec 27, 2011 20:57:35 GMT -5
All Maggie could do was whimper and clutch at his hand. "Stay with me. Don't leave me." She wasn't altogether sure it was just Michael she was talking to.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 27, 2011 21:00:40 GMT -5
"Of course, baby. I'm right here, I'm not leaving you," he said, his voice firm but soft. He gripped her hand tightly, sitting at the edge of the cot.
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Post by Script on Dec 27, 2011 21:02:06 GMT -5
She started to cry, then sucked in a breath and gripped his hand tighter when she was hit with another cramp. "What's happening?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 27, 2011 21:38:23 GMT -5
He watched her, shaking his head slowly. "I...I don't know, Mags..." He felt so helpless. She needed someone, someone else besides him. And he needed someone, too. He didn't know if he could handle this alone.
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Post by Script on Dec 27, 2011 21:44:26 GMT -5
As another pain overcame her, she whimpered, crying. She should have made more friends. ((Annnd, I think we shall wait for Flare-bear. Maybe only cuz I can only take so much sad in one sitting  )) |
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Post by Skittery on Dec 27, 2011 21:46:19 GMT -5
((Good idea.))
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Goblin
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Post by Goblin on Dec 27, 2011 22:26:41 GMT -5
((Ooh, what do you guys need me for? Also, poor Script!!  )) |
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