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Post by Sarah on Oct 21, 2005 21:29:52 GMT -5
Once alone, she checked all of the possible cracks before leaning against a wall. She removed the glove and let the light flood the room. She actually had to sheild her eyes; it was brighter than usual. As the power died down a little, she was able to look at the scar and she gasped. One of the lightning bolts from her scar had grown an inch and dribbled a drop of blood. Wiping it off, Sarah put her glove back on and stumbled back out into the room. "Thank you, I'm better now."
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Post by QKat on Oct 21, 2005 21:31:30 GMT -5
He's more worried now... much... "Are you sure?"
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Post by Sarah on Oct 21, 2005 21:36:13 GMT -5
She tried to smile reassuringly. "Yes, yes, quite fine." She failed at waving her had carelessly and instead it sort of flipped a few inches in the air before falling back down to her side. "I'm just tired, is all."
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Post by QKat on Oct 21, 2005 21:39:47 GMT -5
"Sarah, stop pushing yourself. Seriously. You're in the hospital wing already, you're here to get better, so relax." He sighs and helps her into a bed.
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Post by Sarah on Oct 21, 2005 21:43:43 GMT -5
She layed down and rubbed her hand. The new addition to the scar still hurt.
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Post by QKat on Oct 21, 2005 21:44:54 GMT -5
He sighs. "Does it hurt?"
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Post by Sarah on Oct 21, 2005 21:47:25 GMT -5
She hesitated before nodding. "It's probably just overuse. That was a lot of energy I used."
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Post by QKat on Oct 21, 2005 21:50:45 GMT -5
"Ever tried using essence of murtlap?"
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Post by Sarah on Oct 21, 2005 21:54:32 GMT -5
She shook her head. At least there were no further questions.
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Post by QKat on Oct 21, 2005 21:57:33 GMT -5
^^() he did tell her to relax, that doesn't work well when asking questions... mew. He goes to get a jar of the stuff. "I'm not sure if it'll do much good through the glove... or if you'd even want it... it's really soothing, though."
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Post by Sarah on Oct 21, 2005 22:00:48 GMT -5
She took it, gratefully, and carefully poked a finger under her glove, rubbing the balm on her cut. Hopefully noone would notice that the scar was closer to the edge of her thumb than it had been.
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Post by QKat on Oct 21, 2005 22:03:40 GMT -5
He notices, but again, not wanting to put anymore stress on her, he doesn't say anything.
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Post by Sarah on Oct 21, 2005 22:06:15 GMT -5
Sarah sighed and sat up against her pilows. "Now what do we do? Tom knows how powerful I am, now. He probably also knows that I'm weak and vulnerable."
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Post by QKat on Oct 21, 2005 22:08:35 GMT -5
"We keep the doors locked and hope he's weak, as well."
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Post by Sarah on Oct 21, 2005 22:11:05 GMT -5
She nodded, not voicing her opinion that he probably was stong enough to get in and kill her.
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