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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 15:14:56 GMT -5
*Philippe laid her carefully on the bed and arranged the pillows around to cushion her body. He pulled up an armchair and sat by her bed, prepared to wait as long as it would take.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 15:18:18 GMT -5
*Rebecca woke slowly, nearly twelve hours later, her breathing ragged and shallow. She opened her eyes and blinked, the dark hazy light of the room blurring her weak vision.*
"Who's there?" *she asked in a light whisper, staring at the ceiling.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 15:23:57 GMT -5
*Philippe, who had been dozing opened his eyes and knelt before the bed.*
"It is me love, you fell down the stairs."
*He felt her forehead, though realised he did not know what that would mean.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 15:28:33 GMT -5
"Did I?" *she said in a small voice.* "How long have I been asleep?"
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 15:32:31 GMT -5
"About twelve hours." *He answered in a hoarse voice, grasping her hand.* "You scared me half to death."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 15:36:04 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," *she whispered.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 15:38:19 GMT -5
*He kissed her hand.* "I does not matter, thank God you are alive." He sat on the edge of the bed.* "The Doctor said you have to rest."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 15:39:47 GMT -5
*Rebecca stared blankly at him as he held her hand.*
"Yes...yes, of course."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 15:48:05 GMT -5
*He frowned.*
"How is your head?"
*She seemed, different. He wondered if she had concussion.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 15:49:57 GMT -5
*She half-smiled.* "It aches a little, but...I just...I can't seem to--I can't move my fingers," *she said in a hoarse whisper, her voice dropping on the final sentence she spoke.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 15:54:04 GMT -5
*Philippe frowned.*
"On both hands?"
*He looked down at them, there did not seem to be anything wrong.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 15:56:03 GMT -5
*Becca shut her eyes and tried again. Her fingers didn't even tremble.*
"Anything yet?" *she asked.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 16:17:27 GMT -5
*Philippe looked down at her hands.*
"No... Oh God."
*He stood.*
"I will fetch the doctor."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 17:23:15 GMT -5
"No--no...I...I can't...I can't feel...don't leave me...don't leave me alone, Philippe," *she pleaded, her lips trembling suddenly.* "I'm so afraid," *she moaned in a whisper.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 17:29:38 GMT -5
*Philippe stopped dead.*
"Is it just your hands?"
*An idea dawned on him.*
"Or everything?"
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