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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 20, 2008 21:54:30 GMT
"You're not fine. Go and rest."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 20, 2008 22:09:42 GMT
"I'm fine." I mutter stubbornly,"I need to know he's okay."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 20, 2008 22:14:51 GMT
"I'll find out. You have just tried to kill yourself, go and rest."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 20, 2008 22:16:04 GMT
I nearly flinch at the words, my hand going across my arm.
"Fine,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 20, 2008 22:25:55 GMT
I feel slightly guilty because I knew exactly what reaction the words would bring. I've had similar things said to me enough times over the years, but there's probably no other way to make her listen.
I incline my head slightly back to the room, "Go on."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 20, 2008 22:33:54 GMT
I nod weakly, making my way back to bed.
"I need to know he's okay."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 20, 2008 23:02:19 GMT
"I'll find out," I reassure her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 20, 2008 23:11:23 GMT
I nod weakly,"Bring him back."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 20, 2008 23:17:11 GMT
"I will," I spare her a very brief glance on my way out of the room.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 20, 2008 23:25:27 GMT
I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
"I want to go home,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 20, 2008 23:35:05 GMT
I come back a little while later, after finally tracking Alex down and using the emotional blackmail that his hospitalised mother needed to see him to get him away from some healers. He stays asleep the whole time I'm walking, which I don't think he's ever done before.
I hesitate a moment outside her door in case she's sleeping, but realise she isn't so I go in anyway, "Found him."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 20, 2008 23:38:05 GMT
There's a wave of relief as I see Alex in Ian's arm.
"My baby," I whisper softly, getting on my feet and walking towards him.
I gently take Alex from him, careful not to wake up.
"Thank you." I mumble softly, kissing him lightly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 20, 2008 23:55:57 GMT
I shrug slightly, making no other response than that.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 20, 2008 23:58:08 GMT
"Hey baby," I grin weakly, hoisting Alex higher into my arms and he yawns."I'm sorry." I whisper, kissing him softly on the forehead,"So sorry."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 0:15:17 GMT
I wonder vaguely if I can excuse myself yet, but instead I just clear my throat quietly, "Supposed to be resting."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 0:18:35 GMT
"It can wait," I mumble softly, looking down at Alex."I'm so sorry." I whisper softly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 0:22:13 GMT
"Go and lie down, you can hold him when you're lying down."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 0:24:05 GMT
"Fine," I mumble, feeling even more like a child, sitting on the edge of the bed."Hey baby,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 0:35:52 GMT
I roll my eyes slightly, leaning against the wall next to the bed.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 0:37:42 GMT
I brush the hair back off his forehead, rocking him back and forth.
How could you ever think about leaving this little guy?
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 0:43:03 GMT
I watch them for a moment before I have to look away. It's hard to think about how close she came to dying. I can't imagine being able to look after Alex on my own.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 0:45:10 GMT
"I love you," I whisper softly, I'm not too sure who I'm talking to. Probably both of them.
"So much."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 0:59:41 GMT
I don't reply, pretending that I know for definite she's talking to Alex although I'm really not sure.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 1:01:30 GMT
"I'm sorry." I mumble, looking back at Ian,"That's twice now, huh?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 1:13:47 GMT
"Yeah, but who's counting?" I reply brusquely, still refusing to meet her gaze.
You're being unfair.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 1:15:00 GMT
"That's not fair Ian."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 1:31:18 GMT
I just shrug, not saying anything.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 12:59:00 GMT
"Come on, please not now."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 21, 2008 18:17:27 GMT
"Please what?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 21, 2008 18:26:37 GMT
"Not now." I whisper softly, knowing he knew full well what I meant. We could fight later, not now.
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