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Post by Zippy on Feb 2, 2012 1:56:03 GMT -5
She nodded. "ok. Yeah, that's a good plan." zippy glanced back at her room and bit her lip. She just didn't know what to do to help him!
"im going to go sit with him and wait."
((sorry last post))
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Post by David on Feb 2, 2012 2:12:21 GMT -5
((Night!!!))
Trixie nodded, giving her a hug before dashing off.
In the meantime, David was tossing and turning, sweating even though he felt so cold.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 2, 2012 9:11:13 GMT -5
Erin sat down on the edge of the bed, and replaced the cool cloth on his forehead with a different one. "It's okay, I'm here..." she soothed, yet she had no idea what she was doing.
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Post by David on Feb 2, 2012 16:22:44 GMT -5
He clutched her hand, feverish and sweaty, eyes closed. "Doctor?"
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Post by Zippy on Feb 2, 2012 16:26:40 GMT -5
"Trixie is getting him," Erin replied, rubbing his torso over the blankets.
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Post by David on Feb 2, 2012 18:00:48 GMT -5
He nodded, shivering, his mouth a lips dry. "Thirsty, Erin..."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 2, 2012 18:45:40 GMT -5
"Shhh...I'll get water." She disappeared and came back with his water glass and a straw. She held it up to his lips.
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Post by David on Feb 2, 2012 18:50:03 GMT -5
He had difficulty drinking, his throat hurt so badly, and he turned away to give a hacking cough.
Soon, Trixie came bursting in, followed by a doctor. "Erin!" She led the doctor into her bedroom.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 2, 2012 19:08:32 GMT -5
Erin could barely hold it together. "he can't even drink water!" she told Trixie and the doctor, looking at Dave and holding his hand to her chest.
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Post by David on Feb 2, 2012 19:11:35 GMT -5
The doctor frowned, taking one look at him. "Who else has he come into contact with?" He glanced back at Trixie. "Did you touch him?"
"No--no, sir..."
"Good, don't. And stay out of this apartment."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 2, 2012 20:28:18 GMT -5
((haha))
"Wha....?" Erin blinked at him. "What's wrong with him!?"
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Post by David on Feb 3, 2012 1:30:37 GMT -5
"By the looks of it...Scarlet Fever."
Trixie gasped, covering her mouth.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 3, 2012 1:42:12 GMT -5
Erin's eyes widened and she grabbed the doctor's shirt, shaking him. "WHAT DOES THAT MEAN! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!"
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Post by David on Feb 3, 2012 12:04:14 GMT -5
The doctor grabbed her shoulders, squeezing them firmly, trying to get her to calm down. "It means he's very, very ill. And losing focus won't help him."
Trixie bit her lip. "I--I'm gonna pack a bag for Eli. We'll stay at Irving Hall until...until David gets better..." If he got better...
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Post by Zippy on Feb 3, 2012 16:35:54 GMT -5
Erin still wasn't understanding. "Not touch....very ill?" she shook her head, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Is he gonna die?"
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