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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 13:55:39 GMT -5
((Shame Hallie is grounded.))
*Philippe entered his study and placed the pile of papers detailing the adoption down upon his desk. He then sat down to write a necessary letter.*
Dear Angelina Sorelli, It is done, all papers have been removed of your name and replaced with my wife's. Jude is named my rightful heir. I can only ask God to forgive me for what I have done to you. Know that, despite all else I shall never forget the gift you have given to me or the times we spent together. I know a part of me will always love-
*A servant knocked upon the door. Philippe abruptly stopped writing and looked up.*
"Please Sir, one of your tenants would like a word, he is outside"
*Philippe nodded.*
"I will come, please let my wife know I have returned. I will be with her shortly."
*He followed the servant out, leaving the papers and his letter on the desk.*
((*Cough*))
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 14:07:26 GMT -5
*Having made a rapid recovery, Rebecca was in the north wing, drawing, when a servant came with word that Philippe had returned. Knowing he had probably gone to his study, she went to find him, only to hear that he had stepped out to have a word with one of his tenants. She saw the pile of papers on his desk bearing Jude's name, and went to peruse them, smiling. It was official--they were a family.
After a few minutes, though, another paper, written in Philippe's hand, caught her eye. She did not touch it, but scanned it with confusion once, then twice. Moving automatically, she turned and left the study quickly, and was a ways down the hall before the numb chill of shock settled on her limbs. She paused at the head of the staircase, weakly groping for the rail as she fainted soundlessly, trembling against the bannister for a moment before her grip slipped and she fell headlong down the stairs, tumbling into a heap at the bottom, her face pale as death.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 14:19:44 GMT -5
((Thank you Drama Llama ))
*Returning from the front of the estate Philippe paused at the door. Something felt wrong. Suddenly he heard a maid scream. He ran into the house and towards the noise. At the foot of the stairs he discovered the cause of the noise. His face whitened.*
"Run for the Doctor, you stupid girl!."
*He hissed at the servant. Moving forward he knelt down at Rebecca's side. A stint in the military taught him that she should not be moved. He felt for a pulse, and thankfully found one.*
"Rebecca?, Becca can you hear me?"
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 14:32:05 GMT -5
*She remained unconscious, her limbs beginning to turn cold as she slipped further into shock, the blood drawing away from her skin, leaving it gray and chilled. She heaved slightly, vomiting a moment later, choking and coughing weakly as her organs began to shut down.*
((...yes, I had to take a first-aid course yesterday. Shut up.))
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 14:36:44 GMT -5
((That's great, what the hell am I supposed to do?))
"No..."
*Philippe murmured, holding her tightly.*
"Please God no."
*In that instant the doctor, Who was close to operating a field hospital from the house arrived. He inspected her closely.*
"We are losing her, I am sorry."
*Philippe stared at him blankly before releasing a howl of rage.*
"Then for Gods sake, do something!"
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 14:44:29 GMT -5
((Clear her airways, put her in the recovery position, and, if necessary, begin CPR. Or, just, y'know, step back and let the doctor go to work.))
*The doctor removed his coat.*
"First thing is to get her warm--she's going cold too quickly."
*He laid the coat on the floor and carefully turned Rebecca onto it while stabilizing her head and neck, clearing out her mouth as he did so.*
"Your coat, give it to me--" *he took Philippe's and laid it over the girl. Then, he began to loosen her clothing where it was too tight, unbuttoning her dress and unhooking the front of her corset. He leaned over to take her pulse.*
"She's still breathing, for now. She needs fluids. Water, now!" *he snapped at a servant, who ran.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 14:47:51 GMT -5
*Philippe ran over to the edge of the room and ripped down the red velvet curtain that hung there. He carried it back and laid it over the rest of her. He grasped her hands, which were like ice and began to blow on them gently.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 14:53:55 GMT -5
*Taking a glass of water, the doctor dipped a handkerchief in the water and dribbled some onto Becca's parted lips. It trickled down her throat, and when it did not cause her to retch again, the doctor nodded with relief.*
"She's coming back--slowly."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 15:03:49 GMT -5
*Philippe looked up at him, too hopefully to speak. It was as if God intended to punished him for his sins. He returned his attention to her, kissing the hands his still held in his.*
"Rebecca, come back to me. Please love."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 15:08:15 GMT -5
"She'll be asleep for a while yet--I can give her something to stabilize her, though." *The doctor took out a syringe and fine needle and injected her arm with a sedative as he didn't dare give her too much by mouth. Becca relaxed slightly, and colour began to return to her cheeks, banishing the greyish tint from her skin and the blue from her lips.*
"She must rest for some time--it was a close shave."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 15:13:10 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded slowly.*
"Thank you Doctor."
*He called for the maids to prepare a room downstairs in the East Wing of the house. Gently he lifted her and carried her to the room.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 15:15:56 GMT -5
((To the East Wing.))
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Post by Hallie on Mar 22, 2008 0:36:12 GMT -5
((Shame Hallie is grounded.)) ((*headdesk*))
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Post by Philippe on Mar 22, 2008 9:57:24 GMT -5
((Ok, Jude Becca is now your Mommy. But she has abandoned you...))
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 22, 2008 10:00:42 GMT -5
((Because your Daddy has an allergy to telling the truth.))
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