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Post by Father Joseph on Nov 6, 2008 8:38:49 GMT -5
*Pain started to seep into Joseph's heart. He knew this day was inevitable, nearly for as long as he'd known her, but it didn't make it any easier to watch her in pain. Knowing a glass would be hard for her to drink from, he hurriedly pulled a sponge from a drawer and saturated it in the basin. Then he pressed it gently to her lips, letting the water trickle into her mouth. Leaving the cloth to rest on her forehead, he stroked her hair soothingly.*
"There, Anna. There." *He whispered.*
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Post by Anna Regan on Nov 7, 2008 22:50:48 GMT -5
She drank what she could and tried not to talk as the cool water cool her throat "Joseph" her hand grabbed his free one forcefully "There's, a note" she motioned with her other hand toward her dresser "two" swallowing she tried sitting up, but it was no use "You n'Wild."
She was swallowing harder and harder and it felt as though her throat was closing up "I want to, I for a long-" coughing harder she turned her head away from Joseph, so not to spit blood on him, but she couldn't turn far, just enough to spit it on herself.
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Post by Father Joseph on Nov 12, 2008 7:53:30 GMT -5
*Joseph tried to help her, trading out sponge for cloth and wiping at the blood on her. His eyes were gentle and sympathetic, but the pain nestled deeper in his heart.*
"You want to...?" *He tried not to think of the pain that Wild had caused him. The doubt and uncertainty came back unbeckoned, resting just outside his heart.*
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Post by Anna Regan on Nov 12, 2008 17:46:11 GMT -5
She looked up at him her body shaking, sweat soaking the sheets below her.
"Love" she whispered "I love..." suddenly she turned on her side and ripped her hand from his, blood was almost pouring from her mouth as she began to cough uncontrollably. For what seemed like forever, as it always does, she simply coughed covering the bed and floor before her.
Then she was quiet.
And the room lay still, cold, yet some how, somehow it was at peace.
The lord had come for his most tortured servant, a tiny girl with wondrous dreams outside of mortal reach. A woman who despite everything, found love, true love and peace within herself. She embodied the hope and dreams of all the children of the street and now she was gone home.
For living is just one long road home.
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Post by Father Joseph on Nov 13, 2008 8:27:47 GMT -5
*Joseph did what he could to support her during the final fit, tears escaping from his eyes unabashedly as he recited her last rites. When finally she was still, he continued to wipe at her, though by then, it only smeared the blood around. His own lips trembling, he paused to smooth her hair back from her face. She looked so peaceful in that moment, a blood-spattered angel. Swallowing carefully, he leaned forward and kissed her clammy forehead. His words were soft, only for her.* "I love you too, Anna." *He sat with her for some time, crying silently as he prayed for her swift journey to the Kingdom.* (( ))
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