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 Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 2:55 pm
*Synge felt more guilty with each apology you gave her. She looked at you with a calm, yet somehow strained face, as if there was so much inside her that wasn't coming out.*
I just meant that, what you said wasn't nearly as bad as the way I took it...I was just...well, I don't really understand why I act the way I do with you. Just, don't apologize for this anymore.
((Don't leave me! *clings*))
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 3:00 pm
(( Sorry...I have to! *huggles* ))
For once in the entire time that he had been carrying on this conversation, it seems like the two understood each other. Ben nodded and then finished his smoke.
Okay...I won't...I promise. If there's something about me that you don't understand...just ask...I will try to help you. But...I have to go. I need to take care of some things. Just...take a moment to relax, find a quiet and soothing place and think through what might be happening...you'd be surprised at what you find...See you around.
At this, he fished his carlango out of the closet, pulled it on and headed out to town.
(( see ya LNS! ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 3:07 pm
(( crying Abandoned! haha I'll see you later, bye bye!))
*Synge sat in her chair silently as she watched Ben take his leave. She wondered how many times she had watched him leave. Once he was gone she felt like just falling on the floor and laying there for a while, but realizing this would be a bit strange she opted for the couch instead. Today had made he tired and weak feeling and the couch was a welcome friend. She stared at the ceiling silently and wondered what was happening, and if it was a good idea or not. Her thoughts wandered around the place until they found a place with Ben. She thought of how he was nice, even though a bit strange, and sometimes angering. Still...maybe. Her thoughts were cut short by a new presence, and with a sharp burst of pain her eye(s) widened for a moment before closing. Whatever happened had caused her to pass out on the couch.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 4:14 pm
(( Now that's not fair! You made something bad happen to Synge and wouldn't let me be there to RP with you! ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 4:48 pm
((haha Aw, don't worry about her, she isn't going anywhere. Sorry I missed your call by the way! Was on the phone with my mom. Your message was a bit hard to understand though, are you coming back in tonight?))
*Synge appeared to be sleeping, her breathing was normal and nothing was visibly wrong with her, for the time. If anyone were to disturb her she would not wake up for now.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 9:47 am
(( I am glad she isn't going anywhere but now to see just what has happened to the mysterious woman. ))
Ben had managed to make it back from town late in the evening. He had fallen asleep not long after and woke to a new day. He took his shower and got new clothes on before heading out to the tavern. As soon as he was nearing the central tavern, he noticed a pair of black boots sticking out over the edge of the couch. He found them to be attached to Synge who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He smiled and then went to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich and some water. He ate it quietly while he watched Synge, debating as to whether or not he should wake her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 9:50 am
*Synge lay silently on the couch just as she had the day before. She didn't seem to be ill, but her sleeping was a little too regular, as if she was really just stuck there.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 9:55 am
Ben finished his food and made his way to the kitchen to drop off the plate. He then came to Synge's side and looked her over visually to see if she looked okay. He spoke quietly...
Hey...you ok?
He wasn't sure how heavy of a sleeper Synge was but he didn't want to wake her if all was normal.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 9:58 am
*Synge didn't wake or stir at all when she was spoken to. She looked very peaceful on the outside, but that wasn't the case on the inside. The fact that she didn't flinch at all would probably be a bit strange and possibly worrisome. If that wasn't enough to get Ben's attention, surely he would notice that he eye patch and started to turn red with blood.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:00 am
The unhealthy stillness that Synge was exhibiting was enough to concern him but when he saw the blood on the eye patch, his heart sunk. He knew what this meant. Quickly, he checked all of her vitals, testing her body temperature, her pulse, heart rate and anything to let him know the status of her. He feared he would have to do something that Synge might not forgive him for.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:07 am
((I thought I posted, I don't know what happened, heh.))
*When Ben checked her vitals he would find that her heart rate was rapid and erratic, as if she was struggling against something that she couldnt' beat alone. Her body was hot and yet there were no signs of sweating. Whatever was keeping her asleep was clearly causing her body damage.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:18 am
When Ben noticed all of these things, he took in a deep breath and kept reminding himself to stay calm. Quickly, he grabbed Synge and carried her down the hall to his room. Because of his desire to work on his medical sciences, and because of his own complications, he had a makeshift operating table. He gently placed Synge on the table which was metal but covered with a clean sheet.
He then pulled several pieces of medical equipment over to the table and prepared for what needed to be done. The first order of business was lowering her body temperature and since this had worked in the past, he decided to repeat it. Propping Synge's feet up on the table, he removed her outer coat, and opened her shirt a little for air to get in. He then pulled off her boots and stockings and then monitored her again.
(( Looks like I want to stay in my office and RP for lunch! ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:23 am
((Oooh lucky!))
*Synge made no movement during this process, and did not once even stir in her "sleep" state. Her heart rate had no changed in the move, but the move did seem to help her temperature a bit. Her eye continued to bleed through the patch, showing no signs of stopping at this point. The blood was starting to trickle down the side of her face a little.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:27 am
He breathed a sigh of slight relief at the cooling body temperature and finally opted to put on the monitoring device. He attached a small clip to her finger to monitor body heat and heart rate, if her body heat went up, he would have to take off more, if it went down he would need a sheet.
After this was organized, he sighed deeply at what was needed to be done. He cleaned his hands off quite well, threw on a protective coat and gloves and then gingerly removed the eye patch. Noting the blood around, he cleaned up the excess around the eye and the facial drip. Not wanting to having any obstructions, he removed the headband and threw it haphazardly in the pile near him. Now, he took a long hard look at the wound that he had only glanced at before.
(( Yeah! It will be lots of fun to do that! ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:32 am
(( 3nodding Yep!))
*Synge continued to make no movements, but her situation didn't seem to be getter any worse at this point. There was nothing to stop him from taking off her eye patch and it was an easy task to do. What it revealed was similar to what he had seen before, a long and deep cut from near her eyebrow down just past where her eye patch ended, so that a small part of the cut always showed just barely. The cut was still not fully healed looking, and had actually seemed to open up and start to un heal itself, although Synge had done nothing to make it do so. The wound gave off a very distinctly strange feeling when it was examined.*
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