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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 11:12:32 GMT -8
Opening her mouth to ask him which skill he might have had that society disapproved of, she didn't manage to before he'd gotten out of the truck. For a long moment she stared at his offered paw before accepting it, and gently getting out of the truck. "Thank you," she said very quietly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 11:18:24 GMT -8
He nodded slightly, holding her paw perhaps a moment longer than necessary, "Y' welcome." The torbie glanced toward the hospital doors, finally releasing her paw but staying near if she needed any help.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 11:56:09 GMT -8
Her eyes followed his and she sighed softly at the thought of getting that far on her own. But she had gone through worse after all, and headed for the doors, still holding her paw against her side and swaying slightly as she went.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 11:59:38 GMT -8
Jerrie stayed close, weighing the pros and cons of asking if she wanted help and finally dismissing the cons, "Would y' like a hand?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 12:09:23 GMT -8
"I..." she wanted to protest she could do it on her own but... there wasn't really anything she had to prove. "Alright. So long as it's not pity."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 12:12:33 GMT -8
He shook his head, carefully moving to support her. "It ain't pity. It's common sense."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 12:16:57 GMT -8
She smiled faintly at him. "Alright, common sense then. ... Thank you for that as well."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 12:24:09 GMT -8
His lips quirked upward again as they reached the door to the hospital and he opened it for her.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 12:27:06 GMT -8
Perhaps if she had been feeling better, she might have protested that, but instead she simply smiled faintly at him as she stepped through, looking around for the nearest doctor.
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 16:35:06 GMT -8
A doctor approached a few minutes later and, after getting a rundown of what had happened whisked her away to treat her wound.
Jerrie settled in one of the chairs in the waiting room, spreading out a kerchief to catch the wood shavings as he set to work on his carving.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 16:55:39 GMT -8
A nurse came out into the hallway quite a while later. "Sir? Are you the one that came in with the orange queen with the gun shot wound? If so, she's able to have a visitor now, though I'm honestly surprised you're still here this time of night."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 17:00:04 GMT -8
Jerrie folded the kerchief over, pocketing it and the carving before rising. "Wanted t' make sure she was gonna be alright." He explained quietly, "Where's she at?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 17:04:36 GMT -8
The nurse nodded. "Alright, she's in here if you like," she said, leading the way and leaving him at the door. "I believe she's still awake."
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Post by Meadowlark on Apr 16, 2011 17:10:22 GMT -8
Jerrie murmured his thanks before slipping quietly into the room, glancing toward the bed and moving over.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 16, 2011 17:17:12 GMT -8
Looking up she blinked rapidly at him, surprised. "You're still...?"
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