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Post by Ciarda on Jun 17, 2006 19:35:19 GMT -5
The pain in her chest didn't go away when she let go of Colin. She had a vaguely good idea as to what it was, so she pressed the palm of one hand there, and nodded her head, "I'm fine. I just need to get home." It was easy to tell she was lying, she sounded strained, and more tired that before, but that didn't stop her. She stood up and waited for Dame to stand too.
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Post by Damien on Jun 17, 2006 19:43:25 GMT -5
Damien grabbed Colin and hauled him up on his feet, "Are you sure?" He asked suspiciously.
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 17, 2006 19:45:03 GMT -5
"Positive." She said as she started walking back to the apartment. She'd pause every couple of steps, breathing harder than normal.
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Post by Stalker on Jun 17, 2006 19:45:18 GMT -5
Colin's face contorted in pain as he got up. His wounds were mostly healed enough that they weren't bleeding any longer, but they still hurt when he moved.
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Post by Damien on Jun 17, 2006 19:49:07 GMT -5
"You okay?" Damien asked, his voice had a slightly childish tone to it.
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 17, 2006 19:51:26 GMT -5
Ciarda narrowed her eyes at him, "Ah said ah'm foine." As soon as the words left her mouth, she got that 'I spilled the biggest secret ever' look and bit her bottom lip. Her chest was throbbing and she could feel a warm sticky wetness on her hand. Today was just not her day.
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Post by Stalker on Jun 17, 2006 19:55:09 GMT -5
"Thi' coul' jes' be froam lack oaf sleep, but..." Colin paused, slowly processing his words, "ye don' look okay.."
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 17, 2006 19:57:59 GMT -5
"You're not much for talking." She mumbled as she let her hand fall from her chest, and into the light from a street lamp. It was covered with blood.
"I don't see how this will help..."
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Post by Stalker on Jun 17, 2006 19:59:51 GMT -5
"Be''er oaf than ye are," Colin said very surprised as his gaze landed on the blood.
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Post by Damien on Jun 17, 2006 20:00:22 GMT -5
"Blood!" Damien practically shouted and then stopped blnked and seemed to be bringing himself back under control. "We've gotta get to the apartment now, I got a med kit there and we can see to whatever you got." he said trying to keep the dead weight leaning against him from falling over.
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 19, 2006 10:21:57 GMT -5
Ciarda sighed, "Haven't I been saying that, Dame?" She tried to smile, but her chest hurt, so it came out as more of a grimace than anything.
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Post by Stalker on Jun 29, 2006 11:06:44 GMT -5
Colin slumped more of his weight onto Dame, not because of weakness, but rather out of spite. (hee hee hee)
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Post by Ciarda on Jun 30, 2006 21:52:35 GMT -5
((*Fangirlsish squeal* OHMIGAWD! I thought you were going to be gone for some 7 or so weeks?! What happened? Is it a fluke!? *Tackleglomps*))
~fast forward~ ((sorry, but it's taking far too long. XD ))
Ciarda made it back to the apartment with very little trouble. She found that if she breathing incredably slowly, and kept pressure on the wound, it was acutally quite easy to make it back home. She had ended up ahead of Dame because the poor guy had to carry Colin's as-good-as-dead-weight the few city blocks back. She had opened the door, left it for Dame and Col, and shut herself up in the bathroom. She had tried to pull her shirt up and over her head, but found that a little too painfull, so grasping a pair of scissors from the cabnit, she cut from the collar of the shirt, all the way to the hem and pulled it off.
((Sorry for the rush))
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Post by Damien on Jul 19, 2006 16:23:50 GMT -5
Damien stood in the doorway, trying to decide if he wanted to drag Colin through the apartment and to the nice comfy bed or dump him in the living room. The living room won out as Colin was freakin' heavy and Damien had the smallest suspicion he was doing it on purpose, just to spite him.
Blinking away the fuzziness that was trying to creep into his vision he dragged the dead-weight into the living room and dumped him on the sofa. Sorta. Well part of his body was on the sofa and that was good enough for him. With a sigh he shruged out of his coat and then walked over to the bathroom door. He tapped it lightly with his knuckles. "Cia, you okay?"
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Post by Ciarda on Jul 19, 2006 16:28:53 GMT -5
Cia stood before the mirror and proded the wound lightly as she dabbed it clean with a wash cloth, It didn't appear very deep, an inch or two at most, but it was about as wide as her palm, and that worried her. The bleeding had slowed to a slow ooze, but it still hurt. She jumped slighlty when Dame tapped on the door.
She grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around her top, being careful not to apply too much pressure to the wound. She opened the door a crack.
"No, but I'll be fine." She said with a weak smile.
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