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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Jan 30, 2009 20:23:46 GMT -5
Continued from: Peeking+in+on+the+RehearsalsLouis bust through the doors of the infirmary with a growl "This boy is bleeding profusely, I need help!"
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Post by László on Jan 30, 2009 20:37:03 GMT -5
He sagged limply in Louis arms, only really half-conscious.
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Jan 31, 2009 3:17:23 GMT -5
A doctor came running out and Louis set Laszlo on the stretcher allowing the nurses to take him away, all except for one who was looking at him a little funny.
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Post by Isa on Jan 31, 2009 3:17:47 GMT -5
"How did it happen?"
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Jan 31, 2009 3:20:04 GMT -5
"We were at the opera, backstage, and something fell down from the ceiling" it was a reasonable excuse, accident's happened there such as that at a constant rate. "I'm afraid my poor friend was right under it when it fell."
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Post by Isa on Jan 31, 2009 3:22:06 GMT -5
"Uh-huh" Isa noted something on her clipboard "and what would be your friends name?"
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Jan 31, 2009 3:22:53 GMT -5
Louis was quiet, as acted as if he hadn't heard her, it was impossible however to escape the woman's stare "What was that?"
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Post by Isa on Jan 31, 2009 3:23:21 GMT -5
"His name, what is his name?"
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Jan 31, 2009 3:25:11 GMT -5
"Oh yes, uh I don't rightfully know mademoiselle, we have barely just met tonight" he smiled and then pulled his coin purse from his pocket and removed a mass amount of francs "give this to him, it should pay for any expenses that may incur during his stay here."
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Post by Isa on Jan 31, 2009 3:26:07 GMT -5
Isa took the bills and raised an eyebrow "Allll riiight."
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Jan 31, 2009 3:27:29 GMT -5
"And please sent a telegram to the Du Lac plantation informing me of his status. I'm afraid I have matters to attend to and are quite pressed for time, give him my sincere apologies and wishes for a fast recovery." Louis nodded his head and turned toward the door, feeling worse than he had before.
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Post by Isa on Jan 31, 2009 3:28:10 GMT -5
Isa stared after the man for a moment and then went after the gurney that was carrying the boy.
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Post by László on Feb 1, 2009 10:47:33 GMT -5
Still only half-awake, he hadn't really caught the conversation and had only a vague awareness of where he was. When Isa moved nearer, he painfully turned toward her.
"I feel funny..."
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Post by Isa on Feb 1, 2009 17:43:04 GMT -5
Isa pulled the packaging off his neck and bit her lip Dammit, not another one.
She looked back toward the entrance of the hospital and squinted her eyes before they turned a corner "You'll be fine, we're going take care of you here."
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Post by László on Feb 1, 2009 17:50:05 GMT -5
"I can't..."
He sighed, giving up on trying to move.
"I can't pay for this."
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