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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 20:15:16 GMT
"You and me, our blood, our bond."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 24, 2007 20:24:57 GMT
I nod, "I'm sorry I forgot about it," I say quietly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 20:25:57 GMT
"It's fine Ian,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 24, 2007 20:39:00 GMT
It isn't. It really isn't.
I just nod again.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 20:42:02 GMT
"Guessing your beating yourself up in your head right now?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 24, 2007 20:54:27 GMT
"You know me far too well," I mumble.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 20:55:30 GMT
"I know," I mumble, resting my forehead lightly against his,"You don't have to Ian."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 24, 2007 21:08:23 GMT
I shake my head slightly, "No, I do."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 21:15:29 GMT
"Your okay, your still here," I mumble,"That's all that I care about."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 24, 2007 21:24:58 GMT
I just nod slightly, closing my eyes as I rest my head on top of hers still.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 21:26:38 GMT
"Your still here." I repeat quietly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 24, 2007 21:39:42 GMT
"I am," I say quietly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 21:42:44 GMT
"I'm glad."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 24, 2007 21:52:14 GMT
"Me too."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 22:05:08 GMT
I smile weakly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 24, 2007 22:06:26 GMT
I smile weakly back, brushing her hair lightly back behind her ear.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 22:19:28 GMT
"I love you," I whisper.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 24, 2007 22:21:32 GMT
"I love you too," I say softly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 22:23:44 GMT
I kiss him softly,"You really should be resting," I murmur.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 24, 2007 22:32:14 GMT
"Why? I'm fine, I am," I say, although I'm not sure in what sense of the word 'fine' I mean.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 24, 2007 23:25:31 GMT
"Ian..just..please?" I mumble,"For me?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 25, 2007 22:22:19 GMT
I nod wearily, "Fine."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 22:24:20 GMT
"I just don't want you to wear yourself out," I mutter.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 25, 2007 22:33:38 GMT
"I'll go back to the ward," I mumble, nodding slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 22:39:25 GMT
"You sound like a two year old that's just been punished."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 25, 2007 22:42:50 GMT
"I feel sort of that way as well. Can I leave this place yet?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 22:47:08 GMT
You just tried killing yourself no you can't leave.
"I don't know Tiger," I mutter, walking back to his ward with him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 25, 2007 22:50:09 GMT
"I hate this place," I mutter, heading back into the ward with her, "Reminds me of being a kid."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 23:05:20 GMT
"I know," I mumble, taking his hand,"But your going to have to stay here for a bit."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 25, 2007 23:09:56 GMT
"Hm," I mutter, sitting on stiffly on the edge of my bed, keeping hold of her hand.
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