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Post by David on Feb 7, 2012 19:01:50 GMT -5
He nodded, closing his eyes again. He dozed off as he waited, but his breathing was steadier now.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 7, 2012 19:08:36 GMT -5
Zippy returned 10 minutes later, setting the soup down on her nightstand and lightly squeezing his hand to wake him up.
"Just a little broth, Dave." she whispered, stroking his cheek. She was beyond worried about him.
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Post by David on Feb 7, 2012 19:11:40 GMT -5
He opened his eyes slowly, turning his head to look up at her, giving her a weak smile. "I like you taking care of me..."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 7, 2012 19:22:42 GMT -5
"At least you can comprehend that now," Erin noted, mixing the soup and slowly bringing a spoonful to his lips, blowing on it first to cool it down. "you had no idea what was going on yesterday. Then the doctor came and started cutting you, I nearly flipped a shit."
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Post by David on Feb 7, 2012 19:25:30 GMT -5
He blinked at her. "There was a doctor here?" He couldn't remember any of it, though he recognized a dull throb of pain in his forearms.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 7, 2012 19:53:07 GMT -5
"Jesus." she muttered, immediately leaning forward and pressing her face to his, not even caring. She was beyond worried about him. She hugged him close
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Post by David on Feb 7, 2012 20:03:47 GMT -5
He nestled against her, sighing. "I'm alright, Erin...I'm alright now..."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 7, 2012 21:05:16 GMT -5
Erin shook her head. "It's serious, Davey. I don't think...I don't think you are better."
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Post by David on Feb 8, 2012 0:26:53 GMT -5
He knew he wasn't. He still had a slight fever, and was incredibly weak. But he'd made it through the night, and even he knew that was a good sign. "I'm sorry I put you through this, Erin..."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 8, 2012 0:31:02 GMT -5
She shook her head. "Shh. Don't talk." She scooped more soup into his mouth.
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Post by David on Feb 8, 2012 0:34:31 GMT -5
He ate gingerly, but the broth felt good going down his throat. He glanced at her occasionally, swearing to himself he needed to marry her sooner rather than later.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 8, 2012 0:48:40 GMT -5
She fed him about half of the bowl before placing it back on the nighstand and giving him more water. "Do you need to use the bathroom....?" She wanted to help him before she herself drifted back to sleep. She really needed to lay down.
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Post by David on Feb 8, 2012 1:09:03 GMT -5
He nodded. "Can you help me?" He felt ashamed and ridiculous asking, but he felt so weak, so tired.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 8, 2012 1:18:12 GMT -5
She nodded. Of course she would. She helped him up, going slowly and rubbing his back once he was standing up and leaning on her.
"Want to know something ridiculous?" she asked him, trying to distract him from the obvious discomfort he was experiencing. "the doctor wanted me to wear a surgical mask." she chuckled a bit.
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Post by David on Feb 8, 2012 1:19:03 GMT -5
He glanced at her, moving to the sink to wash his hands when he was done. "A mask? Why?"
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