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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 21:46:23 GMT -5
Behind the back kitchen door, Sorcha sneakily avoided the kitchen windows and began to rifle through the woodpile, looking for good planks as opposed to the chopped rounds that made up most of the mass of firewood for the stoves and fireplaces of the household.
Humming, she tossed smaller logs out of the way, spying some abandoned shingles and flatter pieces underneath.
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 21:49:05 GMT -5
*Liam poked his head around.* "I have tools!" *He whispered.*
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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 21:52:01 GMT -5
Sorcha grinned at him.
"Excellent! Bring the barrow and help me load these shingles!" she hissed, straightening with an armfull and tottering under the load.
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 21:53:34 GMT -5
*He scooped some off the top of hers and got some of his own, moving towards the wheelbarrow.* "There's an axe, too, so if need be I can chip new shingles off some of the boards."
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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 22:02:30 GMT -5
"That'll be great," she said, leaning heavily against the wheelbarrow for a moment when his back was turned, grimacing at a sharp pain in her back.
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 22:05:03 GMT -5
*He placed the armful of wood in the wheelbarrow and at that precise moment turned around. Then, he frowned.*
"Sorcha, are you alright?"
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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 22:09:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, oh, yes, I just think I pulled something. Maybe I fell off the horse harder than I thought. 'S'just the bruise coming through, no doubt," she said, smiling a little as the pain faded to a much duller, more manageable ache, allowing her to draw a deep breath to clear her head.
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 22:11:10 GMT -5
"... we are not rebuilding a roof if you're bruising. Also you're talking too much too fast which usually means someone is lying." *He crossed his arms in his best authoritative manner.*
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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 22:15:50 GMT -5
"I've had worse!" she insisted. "What can anyone do for a bruise, anyway? What's done is do--" Her words were cut off as pain seized her again, swallowing the words into a senseless cry of shock and agony. Her legs gave way beneath her, and she fell to her knees in the dirt, gripping the side of the wheelbarrow with white fingers.
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 22:20:11 GMT -5
"Okay not bruising oh God we have to get you back to the house"
*Being a little flustered, he did the first thing that came to his mind: pick her up and start carrying her back towards the house, which thankfully wasn't far.*
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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 22:21:39 GMT -5
Sorcha's face was the colour of paper, and she held on to Liam as he carried her, shaking with a sudden chill.
"...Liam..." she whispered as they passed through the kitchen, servants stopping to stare with wonder and concern. "...I'm scared."
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 22:27:38 GMT -5
"You're going to be fine, I was early, it's a hereditary thing maybe and the doctor is just down in Kerrith and he'll be here as soon as someone calls on the phone; I'll be there the whole time holding your hand unless you want me out because if you want me out I can go pace in the library..."
*The staff had caught on at this point. Someone was already calling the doctor in from Kerrith; Liam's and Sorcha's parents were both being informed; someone offered to get some of the footmen to carry Sorcha but Liam seemed quite determined to carry her up to the room himself.*
*He was scared, but less likely to admit it. Scared he'd lose her like he almost had before (on multiple occasions); scared because it was happening too soon and too fast and finally she was on the bed and now he hadn't a clue what to do.*
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