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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 11:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 11:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 11:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 2:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 2:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 3:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 4:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 6:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 6:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 8:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 8:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 8:55 pm
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((in a few!))
After composing himself underneath the covers, Corvin finally stepped out of his giant cloud of a bed and began to inspect his new room. It was very much like the penthouse, (state of the art entertainment, lots of room), but it was homier. Like he had set his heart into making this space just for the priest, which if he knew Misha, he probably did. He found a note on the side table with a wristband on top and after reading gave a small smile at the thoughtfulness and put it on. Suddenly he looked at the time and found it near time for him to take his medication and saw a pad of phone numbers, one of a nurse, to call. Dialing the phone an older woman soon came up with a knock and a gentle motherly smile. She checked Corvin's state ("Much too skinny, I'll have a nice thick broth stewing for you soon), vitals (your blood pressure is a bit low but we'll pick it up but your heart rate seems a bit fast. Not doing any strenuous activity are we?"), before finally dosing out a pill or two for him to take after eating the broth and drinking a bit of juice. When she left the priest walked back over to the bed, it becoming a quick favorite of his, and lounging watching soap operas and the cooking channel before falling asleep.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 6:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 7:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 7:31 pm
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