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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 16:01:50 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 16:01:50 GMT
I wince as i feel as if my body is being squeezed through a thin tube as we apparate.
I feel my feet hit the floor and i fall forward unbalanced.
The building i was in seemed completely unfamiliar and i grimaced as i tried to remembering things but stopping as my blinding headache get worse.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 16:03:33 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 16:03:33 GMT
"Whoa..." I mutter, setting her back on her feet again, "Careful..."
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 16:06:28 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 16:06:28 GMT
"Sorry." I mumble, looking around. "Is this St. Mungo's?" I ask, craddling my throbbing arm and trying to ignore the pain in my head
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 16:07:27 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 16:07:27 GMT
"Yeah, this is St Mungo's. Anything coming back to you?"
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 16:09:12 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 16:09:12 GMT
I shake my head, then wince as the pain gets worse.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 16:10:19 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 16:10:19 GMT
I guide her gently over to the reception desk, waiting for a healer to be available.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 16:14:53 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 16:14:53 GMT
I look up helplessly at the woman sitting at reception.
"Can i help you?" She asks in a bored voice.
I look back at Ian not knowing what to say.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 16:22:27 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 16:22:27 GMT
"She's hit her head," I explain, "And doesn't remember much...of anything."
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 16:26:41 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 16:26:41 GMT
"Hmmm...i don't really know where to put you. Try artefact accidents on the ground floor." She says in a nasaly voice before moving on to the next person.
"Is that were we have to go now?" I ask Ian.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 16:39:08 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 16:39:08 GMT
"It appears so." I shrug.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 17:47:10 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 17:47:10 GMT
I nod, heading to where the welcomewitch had pointed.
I open the door of a ward and stand awkwardly near the doorway, suddenly feeling very sleepy.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 17:52:54 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 17:52:54 GMT
I stand next to her, waiting for someone to come and do something.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 18:56:48 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 18:56:48 GMT
"Ian, i'm tired." I say to him, eyes half closed.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 18:57:46 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 18:57:46 GMT
"No, you're-...er...not supposed to fall asleep when you hit your head." I tell her, clicking my fingers in front of her face. "Come on, open your eyes, talk to me about something."
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:00:36 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 19:00:36 GMT
"You're not? But i'm so tired. And if i go to sleep it won't hurt so much." I mumble.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:01:31 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 19:01:31 GMT
"Well, you've got to stay awake, alright? Talk to me about something...tell me something..."
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:05:17 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 19:05:17 GMT
"I don't know what to say-...can i sit down somewhere?" I say quietly
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:06:36 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 19:06:36 GMT
"If you promise me you'll stay awake."
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:09:48 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 19:09:48 GMT
"I'm not very good with promises." I admit tiredly.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:13:06 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 19:13:06 GMT
"Me neither, but I do it alot." I say, helping her to a chair anyway, "Please stay awake, alright? I said please and everything."
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:15:37 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 19:15:37 GMT
"I'll try." I mumble, even though my eyes were betraying me by closing as i sat down.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:22:37 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 19:22:37 GMT
"Come on, now talk to me about something. Anything. First thing that comes to mind."
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:25:17 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 19:25:17 GMT
"Peanuts." I mumble. I didn't like having to talk, i wanted to sleep, i needed to sleep. If i slept, then the pain would go away.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:36:26 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 19:36:26 GMT
"Peanuts...?" I raise an eyebrow, "Fine, peanuts. What about peanuts?"
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:41:09 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 19:41:09 GMT
"They were the first thing that came to mind." I mumble, not able to lift my heavy eyes. I manage to lift my hand up to my throbbing head, wanting to stop the pain. I feel something warm and wet in my hair, felt it dripping down my back.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:42:08 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 19:42:08 GMT
I watch her hand, spotting the blood, "Oh fuck..." I get up to go find someone, then realise she'll fall asleep if I leave her there, "Oh fuck." I say again.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:45:45 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 19:45:45 GMT
"Ian what's this stuff on my head?" I ask, finding it harder not able to open my eyes by the second.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:47:03 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 19:47:03 GMT
"Blood, Izzy. So you need to stay awake, really." I say, looking around for someone.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:49:10 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 1, 2007 19:49:10 GMT
"Blood? I'm not dying am i Ian." I mumble, barely having the strength to talk anymore.
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Memory
Jul 1, 2007 19:51:41 GMT
Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 1, 2007 19:51:41 GMT
"Of course you aren't. Look at me," I say, making her look at me, "Open your eyes properly, keep them open, I'll be gone for 5 seconds..."
I get up and run to the next room, looking for a healer.
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