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Post by Belladonna on Dec 23, 2006 22:12:09 GMT -5
*Bella smiled, tears still spilling down her cheeks, and then passed out gracelessly onto the floor*
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Post by Sydney on Dec 23, 2006 22:31:11 GMT -5
((*Headdesk* Bella is just so victorian. Just passing out everywhere. Good God... ;D))
"Oh man..." Syd muttered as she caught her and lifted her unconscious form. She then heaved her onto her bed and pulled the blanket over her.
Syd sighed, grabbed the bottle of vodka again and started to drink again. She glanced at her watch and snorted humourlessly. "Two in the morning..." she said under her breath.
The d*mn drink wasn't affecting her like she wanted it to.
Syd dragged herself over to her desk and pulled out her diary from one of it's drawers. With a bottle in one hand and a pen in the other, she began to write...
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Post by Christian on Feb 1, 2007 0:23:47 GMT -5
Christian somehow managed to open the door to Syd's room and walked over to her bed, gently laying her down on top of it.
"Syd..." He brushed away her bangs from her eyes.
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Post by Sydney on Feb 1, 2007 1:08:09 GMT -5
Sydney smiled weakly at Christian. She then brought one hand to her wound and with the other, she pointed to her drawers.
"Second drawer...There's a kit," she muttered sitting herself up on her bed. "You'll find alcohol swabs, a needle and some surgical thread; you're going to have to sew this up."
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Post by Christian on Feb 1, 2007 16:10:40 GMT -5
"What?! I couldn't sew up my own clothes, let alone your injury!" Christian argued. "Besides, I'm too nervous! I'd stab your forehead at least ten times with the needle before I'd finished stitching you up."
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Post by Sydney on Feb 1, 2007 16:29:17 GMT -5
Sydney applied more pressure to the gash. “I’ll walk you through it; just get the things for me.”
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Post by Christian on Feb 1, 2007 16:51:43 GMT -5
Christian carried out her orders with no more than a sigh. He brought the things to the bed.
"What now?"
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Post by Sydney on Feb 1, 2007 22:55:48 GMT -5
Sydney pointed to the surgical thread. "Thread it through the eye of the needle and tie a knot at the end," she said, whincing at the wound as it continued to bleed. "Then just start at one end of the gash and just sew...slow, steady stitches."
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Post by Christian on Feb 1, 2007 22:58:57 GMT -5
Christian did as Syd said with trembling hands. It took him a while to get the thread through the eye as it did to tie a knot. Swallowing hard, he inserted the needle into her skin and began to stitch.
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Post by Sydney on Feb 1, 2007 23:12:17 GMT -5
Sydney closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, ignoring the trobbing from the gash and letting her mind think of other things but all that came to her mind was Booth's face. The picture in her head was clear, like the ones in her textbook...
He was alive...
"Christian, not too tight," she said quietly to him with she felt the stitches getting tighter.
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Post by Christian on Feb 1, 2007 23:33:38 GMT -5
"Huh? Oh, right."
Christian loosened the stitches and resumed stitching Sydney up, careful not to pull too tightly or poke her with the needle by accident. When he had finished, he carefully knotted the thread and cut it.
"There. All done." Christian grinned in self-satisfaction.
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Post by Sydney on Feb 2, 2007 0:18:11 GMT -5
Sydney smiled at him passively then got up and walked over to a drawer that was supposed to have some towels in them. Not finding any, she cursed under her breath and slammed the drawer shut, completely angry at everything that happened that day.
Sydney stood there for a moment, resting one hand on piece of furniture and the other on her forehead, clenching her jaw and trying to keep her emotions and anger back.
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Post by Christian on Feb 2, 2007 0:39:19 GMT -5
"Sydney... how did you come to get that injury? And there was a... gun a few inches away from you. How did it get there?" Christian asked with much curiosity.
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Post by Sydney on Feb 2, 2007 0:57:20 GMT -5
Without a word, Sydney took off her sweater, walked to the bathroom, wet it, and started to clean the blood off her face. The cold water sent chills up her bare arms but she ignored it and continued.
“I carry one with me at all times,” she said quietly, her words barely audible over the running water.
Sydney dropped the bloody sweater on the bathroom floor and walked back into her room. “Have you heard of a man named John Wilkes Booth?” she asked, sitting down next to him on the bed.
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Post by Christian on Feb 2, 2007 1:01:12 GMT -5
Christian stared at Sydney for a few seconds before shaking his head of his thoughts.
"What? Oh--John Wilkes Booth. Never heard of him. W-Who is he?" he asked, hesitatingly.
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