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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 25, 2007 20:56:19 GMT
I laugh slightly finching as I do so."Ow, okay laughing hurts."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 25, 2007 20:57:25 GMT
"So, leave off the laughing for a while then." I smile.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 25, 2007 21:01:00 GMT
"Me?Not laugh?? Are you insane?" I ask a small grin on my face.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 25, 2007 21:01:39 GMT
"Quite probably yes." I nod.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 25, 2007 21:12:34 GMT
"Great, I'm bipolar and your insane, if we ever do have a kid I'm going to feel extremely sorry for it." I joke.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 26, 2007 17:26:21 GMT
"Yeah," I smile slightly, "Good job the chances of procreating aren't high."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 26, 2007 17:29:40 GMT
I feel a sick feeling in my stomach as he says that but push it down.
"Yeah, like I said before when you procreate it'll be a thousand years from now."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 26, 2007 17:31:00 GMT
"Which suits me just fine. Seeing as, like you said, I'm insane. Bad role-model."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 26, 2007 17:32:31 GMT
"Your not a bad role model." I say queitly, that sick feeling coming back up.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 26, 2007 17:37:13 GMT
"Of course," I mutter, "Is something wrong? You look kind of off...more than you already did."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 26, 2007 17:46:10 GMT
I shake my head."I'm okay."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 26, 2007 17:47:08 GMT
"Sure?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 26, 2007 17:50:20 GMT
No.
"Yeah."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 26, 2007 17:50:40 GMT
I raise an eyebrow.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 26, 2007 17:55:25 GMT
"I'm fine." I say laying back down on the bed resting my head agaisnt the pillow."Just tired."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 26, 2007 17:58:15 GMT
"Get some rest then. I'll go away if you want."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 26, 2007 20:32:29 GMT
"Stay with me?" I ask holding onto his hand.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 26, 2007 21:06:08 GMT
"Okay," I say, keeping hold of her hand.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 26, 2007 21:09:31 GMT
I move over slightly motioning him to sit with me.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 26, 2007 21:10:06 GMT
I move to sit with her, keeping hold of her hand.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 26, 2007 21:19:14 GMT
I shift closer resting my head in the crook of his neck.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 26, 2007 21:20:18 GMT
I put my arms round her, not saying anything.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 26, 2007 21:34:24 GMT
I bury my head into his chest, keeping slient.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 27, 2007 15:49:53 GMT
I rest my head on top of hers, still holding her, still silent.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 27, 2007 20:22:34 GMT
"It's dead."I whisper ever so quietly, as if realizing it for the first time."Our baby's dead."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 27, 2007 20:23:35 GMT
"I know," I say quietly, not sure what else to say, but holding her a little tighter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 27, 2007 20:27:17 GMT
I bit my bottom lip burying my head deeper into his chest.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 27, 2007 20:40:02 GMT
I stay holding her, not sure what to say.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 27, 2007 20:46:37 GMT
I sigh heavily keeping my eyes on the wall."How long do you think they'll make me stay here?" I ask after a while.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 27, 2007 20:49:06 GMT
"Until you're better? I don't know."
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