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Post by Greg Sanders on Jun 1, 2006 19:56:21 GMT -5
'You okay?' 'e moved to 'im worridley'
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 1, 2006 20:01:55 GMT -5
'e groaned { M'side hasn' stopped hurting} 'e grimaced painfully' voids were dull now' 'e clutched 'is side
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Post by Greg Sanders on Jun 1, 2006 20:03:09 GMT -5
'Ill get a doctor...'e went out of t'e room, getting one that was walking by. 'e satayed outside of t'e room as t'e doctor an' a few nurses went inside
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 1, 2006 20:07:08 GMT -5
'e groaned painfully as t'e doctor cut 'way 'is shirt revealing t'e blood that had formed on ''is side where t'e bullet was' They didnt hve time to put anesthetic in 'im since 'e was startin to black out' they pinned 'im down pulling out t'e bullet and stitching t'e wound wrapped it and then left
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 1, 2006 20:07:44 GMT -5
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Post by Greg Sanders on Jun 1, 2006 20:09:06 GMT -5
'e leaned 'is head back 'gainst t'e wall waiting for an okay from t'e doctor.
[k]
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 1, 2006 20:10:54 GMT -5
t'e doctor let 'im come in' 'e groaned painfully' 'is voids were closed painfully' as pain seered through 'im
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Post by Greg Sanders on Jun 1, 2006 20:12:15 GMT -5
'e watched from t'e back of t'e room. 'Not liking to see 'im in so much pain, 'e looked down
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 1, 2006 20:15:00 GMT -5
{ Morphine....} 'e groaned softly
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Post by Greg Sanders on Jun 1, 2006 20:17:55 GMT -5
'e looked up, nodding, an' at that moment a nurse came in. 'e told t'e nurse what to give 'im, an' sat back down
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 1, 2006 20:19:44 GMT -5
'is voids opened after 'e got some morphine' ' 'is breathing went back to normal as t'e pain subsided { Thank...you} 'e said weakly
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Post by Greg Sanders on Jun 1, 2006 20:23:04 GMT -5
'e looked at 'im. 'Nick, your in bad shape...'e sighed
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 1, 2006 20:29:22 GMT -5
'e groaned softly' voids turned to 'im weakly { Don't let m'die....} 'e spoke softly gulping nervously
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Post by Greg Sanders on Jun 1, 2006 20:30:32 GMT -5
'I won't....No one will' 'e looked at t'e new blood attatched to 'is arm. 'Who donated that?'
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 1, 2006 20:32:30 GMT -5
{[e] Sara, you, or Griss[/i]} vocals replied weakly' 'e gulped weakly voids closed then reopened ' 'e coughed slightly
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Post by Greg Sanders on Jun 1, 2006 20:35:09 GMT -5
'Not me, an' Griss was at t'e office t'e whole time you were in 'ere...Sara did, i bet.'e suddenly put a hand to 'is mouth, 'is skull jerking forward slightly. 'e went from t'e room hurridley an' came back, as though 'e was fine. A smear of blood was left 'pon 'is chin
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 1, 2006 20:40:21 GMT -5
{ Greg if you dont see a doctor I'll rip out m'stitches} vocals spoke weakly' 'e held a knife in 'is hand holding it to t'e stitches on 'is nape threateningly
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Post by Greg Sanders on Jun 1, 2006 20:42:09 GMT -5
'Fine, I will...Put t'e knife down, an' I will. 'e looked at 'im, voids ad widened slightly seeing t'e knife
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Post by Nick Stokes on Jun 1, 2006 20:44:52 GMT -5
{ See t'e doctor first} vocals spoke weakly as 'e placed t'e knife closer to 'is stitches
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Post by Greg Sanders on Jun 1, 2006 20:46:47 GMT -5
'Okay...'e went out of t'e room, coming back in with a doctor, who said that t'e illness was worsening. 'e looked at Nick, an' followed t'e doctor out of t'e room
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