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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 21:53:59 GMT -5
*She gasped.*
"Marc, Marc are you alright?" *She asked, panic creeping into her voice.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 21:55:50 GMT -5
"Just a little dizzy."
*He swayed in place*
"Um..."
*...and passed out*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 21:57:10 GMT -5
*And she promptly panicked completely. Putting the twins in their bassinet, sharing because they hadn't thought to buy a second, and ran out into the hall in her nightclothes, screaming for help.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:01:53 GMT -5
*Luckily, the doctor and plenty of servants were hanging about thanks to the two births happening one after the other. The doctor, and those nearest Marianne's room quickly came running, at first thinking it was something wrong with the children...none of them expecting to see Marc lying sprawled on the floor.
The doctor was by Marc in a flash, assessing the situation and then motioning the servants over*
"Get him to a bed immediately."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:07:07 GMT -5
"But wh... where are... what's wrong? What's going on?"
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:09:09 GMT -5
*The doctor turned to Marianne as the servants carried Marc out*
"Illness, I'm afraid." He said, trying to sound neutral, though there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Hard to tell right now what it is, but once we have him properly settled, I'll know."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:12:04 GMT -5
"B-but the children... he's never been ill, all the time we've been married..."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:16:15 GMT -5
*The doctor's gaze was all sympathy. He'd seen situations like this before*
"It may not be as bad as it seems. And one as healthy as he has a much higher chance of recovery."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:23:24 GMT -5
*She nodded, but she'd never wanted sympathy, not from anyone. She wasn't used to it; it made her nervous.*
"Just... see he gets better." *She said softly.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:25:33 GMT -5
*The doctor placed a comforting hand on her shoulder before nodding and heading out of the room. In the hall, the muffled sound of the other Lady Desmarais' voice could be heard asking about what was happening*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:26:59 GMT -5
*Marianne sad on the bed, staring blankly ahead. He was going to die. She was going to be here, with their two children, and he was going to die before they got the chance to know him. She had never known positivity, and now was no time for her to be likely to start.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:28:54 GMT -5
*It was sometime later before the doctor returned...his expression grave*
"He's settled down, now, but..."
*He heaved a sigh*
"It's the Fever."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:34:30 GMT -5
*Her eyes were wild with fear.*
"No, no it can't be the Fever. It can't, because he can't do that to me and there's no fever! Check him again!" *She was pleading, but there was a hysterical note in there.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:36:38 GMT -5
*The doctor shook his head*
"I made absolutely sure. It is."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:38:58 GMT -5
"No, no, no no no..." *She kept on repeating the word, until finally she sat back down and sobbed, but no tears came.*
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