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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 23:06:40 GMT -8
Victoria hobbled carefully down the hall to the desk.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 23:09:46 GMT -8
Cohen spoke with the nurse, quietly, and then offered Victoria the candlestick telephone.
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 23:16:15 GMT -8
Victoria rang her Mother and explained the situation calmly. Once she had reassured her mother she would be safely home in a few hours, she asked her mother if she would call Mr. Seidensticker, explain the situation and ask for a few days off from work. After a few more reassurances, she said goodbye, hung up the phone and offered it back.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 23:19:38 GMT -8
Cohen set the phone back on the desk, glancing at the young white queen. "If you'll follow me?" He turned and headed to Mistoffelees' room, knocking on the door before opening it, holding it open for her as he spoke to his current patient. "I hope you don't mind, I'm going to let someone take the other bed fora couple hours until I can take her home."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 23:21:14 GMT -8
Misto glanced up, blinking from the Hardy book. "I, certainly," he said.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 23:24:25 GMT -8
Cohen nodded slightly, waiting for Victoria to enter the room. He nodded toward the other bed. "Just over there. I'll be back at the end of my shift to take you home."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 17, 2011 23:26:10 GMT -8
She had turned and begun entering before Mistoffoles had begun speaking, with her eyes habitually attuned to the floor. Upon hearing his voice she looked over at him and paused for a moment before returning her focus to walking and finished making her way over to the second bed. She settled herself and her crutches without looking at him, as nervous as though she were about to take an exam.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 17, 2011 23:27:09 GMT -8
Doc glanced between them, but exited, leaving the door propped open slightly.
((Exit Cohen))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 23:30:44 GMT -8
Mistoffelees set the book down on his lap, glancing over at her and offering her a faint smile. "Hello," he said softly. "I'm Mistoffelees Quaxo. And you are?"
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 10:03:26 GMT -8
There was a long pause before she answered. She seemed to deflate a little, shoulders and elbows drooping as she stared at her toes.
"Victoria Dueterman," she said after a few seconds, as she turned herself to sit along the bed rather than on its edge. Her tail curled up and pressed itself against the outside of her legs.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 10:18:09 GMT -8
He blinked at that reaction. Honestly, it looked a lot like he reacted to his uncle on a bad day with his tail curling around his leg. It was all sorts of disturbing to see someone react that way to him, especially since so far as he knew he had done nothing. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, trying not to frown. "I mean, beside being in a hospital."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 11:03:44 GMT -8
"I'm okay. Just-"
thought you'd remember me, she thought.
"tired," she finished, and lay down curling herself away from him.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 12:22:52 GMT -8
Misto blinked at her again, swallowing. "Alright," he said softly, watching her turn away from him. "If you're sure..." Something was off, he just couldn't figure out what.
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 18, 2011 14:02:41 GMT -8
She lay there for some time. Silent, and curled away. She thought maybe she should try to get some sleep, but with Mistofolees in the room she was too nervous to do anything but fret. He wasn't exactly like she remembered him, but she credited that to time. And really, she scolded herself, it's not like he had any reason to remember her. Her ears flicked back and forth nervously.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 14:05:30 GMT -8
He'd attempted to turn back to the book, but honestly between her very carefully ignoring him, and the somewhat dense writing it wasn't working quite so well as he might have hoped. Turning his head back to her, he frowned slightly. "Are, are you sure it's not me?" he asked. "I mean, I didn't do anything, did I?" Well, that sounded rather mature there. "Because, you look somewhat familiar and I just... wanted... to make sure."
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