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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 14:08:54 GMT -8
Fumbling with his keys that thank the everlasting cat he had on him, Mistoffelees managed to get the door to the rented out apartment open.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 14:10:44 GMT -8
Cori was leaning against the wall by the door, beginning to feel a bit dizzy, but he wasn't about to admit that until he got somewhere the he could sit down and preferably not move for a very long time.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 14:11:42 GMT -8
Misto ushered them both into his small apartment. "You should," he considered. "Lay down. I'll call Doctor Cohen..." he said, pointing toward the closed off bedroom.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 14:15:10 GMT -8
Coricopat didn't argue, but did take a chair in the main room rather than going to lay down on the bed.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 14:16:16 GMT -8
Misto frowned at him but dialed the hospital's number rather than argue about it. He asked for Dr. Cohen and let out a sigh of relief when the nurse said he was still in.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 14:18:11 GMT -8
A couple moments later the doctor's voice could be heard, "Dr. Cohen speaking."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 14:19:06 GMT -8
"Um, hello, this is Mistoffelees Quaxo. Um, I'm terribly sorry, but I may have a concussion and my ribs hurt when I breath, and Coricopat's been shot, and I don't think coming the hospital would be safe."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 14:30:36 GMT -8
An audible sigh accompanied Doc's words, "Where are you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 14:32:32 GMT -8
Quickly giving him the address Misto glanced over at Coricopat, frowning slightly.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 14:37:54 GMT -8
"I'll be there soon. Do what you can to stem any of his bleeding and I'll have a look at you when I get there," he hung up.
Cori glanced up, catching that look, "What?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 14:46:55 GMT -8
Misto nodded at the phone and turned back to Coricopat, fishing a towel out of a drawer. "I..." he stepped over with the towel. ""Try to stem the bleeding," Misto murmured, and remembered the way Coricopat tended to react to touching. "Just, here," he said, holding it out. "If you want to do it. Or I can."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 14:51:17 GMT -8
The mottled tom took the towel, looking the other over, "Sit down, Mistoffelees."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 14:53:42 GMT -8
Misto paused before he nodded and took one of the wood chairs at the table, leaning his head against the back. "H-how are you?"
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 15:00:39 GMT -8
Cori shrugged his uninjured shoulder, "Better than I could be. You?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 15:02:30 GMT -8
"I..." he fumbled for an answer and glanced away. "I'll be alright."
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