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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 11:17 pm
*Maggie looks at the two of them across Tavin's broken and bleeding body, and finds herself blinking back tears as well. She reaches out to rest her hand on Cora's arm, a bit above the cybernetic opening, not knowing what to say, but hoping even that might help convey what she feels*
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 11:25 pm
((Aw...its times like these I wish Cora knew what phrases like that meant))
:::Cora had to do everything to keep herself from sobbing as Bard embraced her. She'd hated this part of herself for so long, she'd kept it hidden and secret from all but those who put it there...and one certain cat-type person, who wasn't very accepting of it either. Then Maggie's words...it was helping to save Tavin, and this was perhaps the first moment Cora was greatful for it, and it made her sick.
She didn't understand what Bard meant when he called her beautiful, it'd been said to her before, and she didn't understand it then either. But she did understand the embrace. Still, it hurt so much, she couldn't move. She just focused on the task at hand, not wanting either to accept or deny that they could love this part of her.
The cable gave off a click. It had stopped the blood transfer after a pint had been given. Cora wanted to give more, but the machine read her brain signals, and could tell that she was not able to give more than that...it would only let her give that much. Cora was naturally very tired, but the moment she felt dizzy, another click sounded, and automatically a glucose substance was released into her blood stream to compensate for the loss in the transfusion. It would take a moment before she could regain her composure:::
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 11:36 pm
*Maggie keeps her hand on Cora's arm, and uses her free one to push the hair back from Tavin's face, checking to see if he's fevered, to ensure that he's breathing evenly*
He'll be alright . .. *she speaks quietly, but with conviction, as though saying it might make it true* He's survived too much te give in now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 11:44 pm
*Bard releases Cora from the hug, sits up and wipes his eyes*
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 11:52 pm
:::Cora eventually frees herself of Bard and Maggie's touch. Not forcefully, just in a smooth motion. She still cannot look at either Maggie or Bard. Instead, she wipes away some lingering tears and runs a status check on Tavin:::
His heart rate seems to be stablizing slowly, but steadily. And the coagulation is helping a bit. Though, the blood cell regeneration will take longer than the tissue regeneration...the pint he's just recieved should keep him going through the stabilizing process.
:::She stands up, half open to Bard and Maggie, her head to the ground, eyes glued on Tavin:::
We should not move him. Maggie, you need to rest so that you can overcome your illness. Bard, you need to get off your leg and get some sleep. I will watch him. I promise to wake you if there are any changes.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:03 am
*part of Maggie wants to insist on staying up to watch over him . . . but she's too tired, and still feeling too poorly to argue, so she simply nods* Thank ye, Cora . . .
*she puts her arm on the chair to help pull herself back to her feet*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:10 am
*Bard rises, watching Cora thoughtfully. He turns to Maggie*
Maggie, use my room. there are fresh linens, and you'll sleep better.
*he holds out the key*
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:21 am
*Maggie hesitates a moment before accepting it, knowing she's got to get some rest or risk relapsing*
Thank ye . . .
*she looks at him, starts to move away, then turns back again. She puts her arms around him briefly, just needing to hold on to him for a minute, and then releases him and steps back, and heads for the door. She pauses again by Cora, resting her hand on her shoulder for a moment, and then continues, exiting the room and walking slowly down the hall to Room #22*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:24 am
((Tavin's eyes flutter open, and he gets up off the floor, brushing himself off.
*YAWN* Oh, that was a good nap!
Tavin looks around at everyone.
What? WHAT!?!?!
>>Just kidding<< ))
*Tavin lay still, his chest heaving rythymically. Thankfully, his breathing was steady, but he was still unconcious*
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:27 am
*Bard hugs Maggie back and watches her go. He watches the door for a long moment after she's gone. He then turns to Cora, his expression unreadable*
Cora... turnabout is fair play....
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:29 am
*She reaches Bard's room, sliding the key in the lock to open it. She closes it behind her but doesn't latch it, so that Bard or Cora can get in to wake her if anything changes regarding Tavin's well-being.*
*Barely even taking the time to look around, she heads straight for the bed and all but collapses on it, falling asleep almost immediately*
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:33 am
:::She watches Tavin breathing:::
I do not understand what you mean, Bard.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:54 am
Just now you did something--showed us a part of yourself that you were deeply ashamed of--to save a friend's life. That's a deed beyond valorous: you may think you had no choice, but you did.
But... knowing a choice is right doesn't make it easy. Had there been another way, you would have kept this hidden. Regardless of our feelings, it came at tremendous personal cost. It is a debt we cannot ever repay to you.
But I can reciprocate.
*He quickly unbuttons his shirt, turning around, shrugging it off his shoulders. From neck to waste his back is a mass of scars. They are multitudinous and varied: sharp cuts, ragged slashes, burns.*
This is my shame, Cora. This is my bitter secret.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:57 am
:::Cora was not able to look until she saw that Bard had turned his back, so that his eyes were not on her any longer. When her eyes fell upon all the scars, her breathe was taken:::
Eh! Bard...what happened?
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 1:09 am
*Bard smiles ruefully*
This is the sole inheritence left to me by my late father. A gallery of his 'artwork.' He liked to experiment, you see.
*he draws his shirt up, rebuttoning it.*
I've never told that to anyone. I never talk about my father. The worst scars are the ones they give us that no one can see.
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