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towerofanimus2012-12-20 08:07 pm
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010 | Talk about changing it up a bit...
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN
Setting: December 20th - Floor 4 (Mid-Morning), extending to wherever it goes!
Format: Start with my normal wordy prose, can switch to action if preferred.
Summary: Sephiroth's condition changes dramatically; well he wanted to be cooler...
Warnings: TBD - Other than the unnerving sight he must be by now. Add: Catarina sex/violence warning.
To Sephiroth, it was so hot now that days had started blurring into each other. He found it extremely hard to concentrate at the best of times and it had only gotten worse the longer this heat was going on. His focus was packed somewhere in the thick stuffy feeling he still had in his head; somewhere in all that thick mucus that wouldn't shift. On top of that the general feeling of sluggishness, sleepiness coupled with the frustrations of not being able to sleep well when he did try - all he seemed to do was slowly make his way daily down in the lift from the Dormitories and then make the slow, labored climb on burning feet to the 7th Floor. He'd spent hours just floating in that cooling pool, in the absolute belief that he needed to otherwise he'd likely cook from the inside.
Sephiroth was just entering the 4th floor from the stairwell when this torture suddenly changed.
"Ugh...."
It felt akin to being hit by a wall; a painfully cold chill hit him. Every pore of exposed skin abruptly felt impaled by icy spines and then sliced around inside - chilling Sephiroth to his core instantly. Extremities, namely Sephiroth's fingers, toes and nose, that were already well on the way to being more-than surface damaged by the real chilly temperature felt both on fire and in agonizing pain. He physically swayed with the impact of and must have blacked out for the second that it knocked the breath out of him.
THUD, THUD, THUD
When the world came back into focus all Sephiroth could hear to start with was the shocked-into-slowness sound of his own pulse. He'd fallen to his knees but couldn't recall his legs giving out from under him; in fact after thinking about it he couldn't feel much at all below his knees at all - he was totally numb. His gloved hands were holding his weight up off of the floor. Instinct it seemed had stopped him from falling flat on his face, though his wrists felt also like they were quickly weakening as the numbness crept quickly up from his frostbitten but covered fingertips. He was left staring at the floor; the limp, near-frozen braid of silver hair flung forward dragged on the floor as well - not that how he looked; white mostly and blue in places, had been at the forefront of his concerns in the last few days.
Since when did it get so cold? This was even colder than anything he remembers before.
And he was shaking. Violently shivering uncontrollably all over from the intense cold as Sephiroth tried to will himself to move. Slowly, Sephiroth near crawled across the floor to the wall, where he went about using the glass wall as support to get back on his feet. It was a painful, awkward affair laced with many failures that ended up with him crunched into the corner between floor and wall. He kept having to stop as well, to forcibly sniff half-frozen mucus back up into his nose; that flu was still a nagging annoyance but at least he couldn't feel much of how sore his nose was anymore. A small, double-edged mercy. At least the Floor seemed clear of monsters for now.
Setting: December 20th - Floor 4 (Mid-Morning), extending to wherever it goes!
Format: Start with my normal wordy prose, can switch to action if preferred.
Summary: Sephiroth's condition changes dramatically; well he wanted to be cooler...
Warnings: TBD - Other than the unnerving sight he must be by now. Add: Catarina sex/violence warning.
To Sephiroth, it was so hot now that days had started blurring into each other. He found it extremely hard to concentrate at the best of times and it had only gotten worse the longer this heat was going on. His focus was packed somewhere in the thick stuffy feeling he still had in his head; somewhere in all that thick mucus that wouldn't shift. On top of that the general feeling of sluggishness, sleepiness coupled with the frustrations of not being able to sleep well when he did try - all he seemed to do was slowly make his way daily down in the lift from the Dormitories and then make the slow, labored climb on burning feet to the 7th Floor. He'd spent hours just floating in that cooling pool, in the absolute belief that he needed to otherwise he'd likely cook from the inside.
Sephiroth was just entering the 4th floor from the stairwell when this torture suddenly changed.
"Ugh...."
It felt akin to being hit by a wall; a painfully cold chill hit him. Every pore of exposed skin abruptly felt impaled by icy spines and then sliced around inside - chilling Sephiroth to his core instantly. Extremities, namely Sephiroth's fingers, toes and nose, that were already well on the way to being more-than surface damaged by the real chilly temperature felt both on fire and in agonizing pain. He physically swayed with the impact of and must have blacked out for the second that it knocked the breath out of him.
THUD, THUD, THUD
When the world came back into focus all Sephiroth could hear to start with was the shocked-into-slowness sound of his own pulse. He'd fallen to his knees but couldn't recall his legs giving out from under him; in fact after thinking about it he couldn't feel much at all below his knees at all - he was totally numb. His gloved hands were holding his weight up off of the floor. Instinct it seemed had stopped him from falling flat on his face, though his wrists felt also like they were quickly weakening as the numbness crept quickly up from his frostbitten but covered fingertips. He was left staring at the floor; the limp, near-frozen braid of silver hair flung forward dragged on the floor as well - not that how he looked; white mostly and blue in places, had been at the forefront of his concerns in the last few days.
Since when did it get so cold? This was even colder than anything he remembers before.
And he was shaking. Violently shivering uncontrollably all over from the intense cold as Sephiroth tried to will himself to move. Slowly, Sephiroth near crawled across the floor to the wall, where he went about using the glass wall as support to get back on his feet. It was a painful, awkward affair laced with many failures that ended up with him crunched into the corner between floor and wall. He kept having to stop as well, to forcibly sniff half-frozen mucus back up into his nose; that flu was still a nagging annoyance but at least he couldn't feel much of how sore his nose was anymore. A small, double-edged mercy. At least the Floor seemed clear of monsters for now.
You're in and you're out | You're up and you're down
THUD, THUD, THUD
"What in the hell...?"
Feet stopped mid-stride, head turning from one side to the other, listening intently. If she knew her noises right, it sounded like somebody had fallen, and by the rapid succession of the sound, it had to have come from the stairwell. Whoever it was, it was a pretty painful sounding fall, probably earning some sort of injury. If she knew any better, she would just leave the person alone - it wasn't like if they died that they wouldn't wake back up. But there's a quiet, nagging voice in the back of her mind, stressing the importance of life no matter what the Tower could do and that it would be wrong of her to just let the person lay there injured.
"....Oh, all right."
Change of direction and she's headed towards the stairwell, careful to scan the area for both monsters and men. It was only appropriate that she'd come across the only person she knew that could encapsulate both. Elena froze, standing several feet away from him, her body motionless in some sad hope that if she just didn't move then he wouldn't see her. Except she couldn't help but to breath out a word in an almost reverent amazement.
"....You."
Despite everything that he was and everything that he stood for, he looked almost pathetic there, back pressed into a corner, the aura of sick emanating from his entire frame in waves. Last time she'd crossed his path she'd been looking worse for wear herself - having turned into a deranged version of Little Red Riding Hood with the only benefit being a basket full of ammo and weapons. She wasn't exactly too eager to know what lovely little side-effects came with whatever had brought the great Silver General down to this.
"...look like hell."
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Green, rather subdued eyes peered over Elena. He recalls seeing her before, somewhere but he couldn't quite conjure a name for that face. Well, it was clear she knew who he was so there couldn't be too many options. If only he could think more about something other than the wretched state he was in; the gooseflesh itself feeling like tight, hard pimples under all of his leather clothing.
He ignored her comment completely, after all what was he going to say to her? Instead he scooted damaged toes, that had been such a comfort on the cold floor beforehand, back into himself. Trying again to push against the wall to get the leverage he needed. Great gaia, every cell of his body must be shaking; coordination and strength forgotten by that sudden chill.
Sephiroth managed to get into a half-crouch before a dry, crackling cough rose up from his chilled insides and caused him to slide down a few more inches. He took the pause to finish coughing before looking again over Elena. So familiar, another Turk perhaps?
"Don't...look at me like that." He had to comment, voice as sore as the throat it came from. He couldn't abide anyone just standing there watching him struggle.
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It takes every ounce of willpower to not response, to not flinch when he looks in her direction. Keeping the composed, indifferent look on her face is a painful torture that she struggles to hold until he looks away. Only then does she let a little trembling breath exhale, hoping to everything sweet and holy that he remains focused solely on his attempt to rise to his feet.
Its only after he speaks that she finds the ability to respond, keeping that healthy distance between them as he fought to get to his feet. Eyes narrow, that action alone serving as the only sign of concern by the sound of the cough. Even if he was the source of all things evil and horrible, that sort of sickness was still bad enough to earn some level of sympathy. Even if that level was sub-nominal.
"How am I looking at you?"
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He still wasn't fully upright on his own two feet, more like leaning most of his weight on the wall. His bare feet throbbed so painfully on the floor, it felt like he was standing on shattered glass - frozen shattered glass. Numb as well especially in the ankle joints, Sephiroth carefully tried shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His face a carefully controlled mask hiding the agony, his gaze focused on Elena - while he stood there still violently shivering.
He could almost remember her, through eyes that were of his making though separate from him. Those three.
"Pity. Save it for someone who needs it." His near-chattering teeth were still gritted slightly.
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Gaia, he was tall. Even without the extra quarter inch that leather boots provided, he was a towering figure to her much smaller frame. In any other situation she would have been both terrified and intimidated. In this scenario, she was still both, but in a more manageable form. His illness gave her a leg up, but that didn't change the powerful impact and influence just being in his presence caused. Swallowing the heavy stone of nervousness - as well as fear - she held her ground, looking at indifferent as possible.
"You look like you're one foot in the grave, General. What are you doing wandering the halls in your condition?
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Another Turk.
Were they everywhere in this place? This is the third time he's encountered one.
Elena. He should have remembered that frame, that face- her screams.
"None of that is any of your concern." Let her think that he's up to something that would be of interest to them, Sephiroth even managed a somewhat tight-with-pain smirk to go with his reply. Never mind that he had just come down from the swimming pool, where he'd been cooling off. It had been unreasonably hot before.
A spasm like shudder caused legs almost to give up as Sephiroth remained with his arms around himself - trying to retain what little body heat that he could close to his core. The hidden stab wound didn't help much either but this whole turn couldn't last long.
His cells would wake up after the cold snap soon, despite the encounter with that half-demon. They had to.
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"True, your falling down the stairs is of no concern of mine. But your being up and about does leave one to be curious as to just what is worth pushing yourself this hard."
Her bravado is damaged with that single look - a smirk brought forth despite his obvious illness. And in that brief second she's not in the Tower anymore and she's not alone. The cold seeps in through the layers of her suit, her breath almost visible white puffs with each exhale, and its those horrible green eyes. Horrible, monstrous, and they're staring down at her with that smirk promising of worse things yet to come. Hidden scars itched and burned.
".....Stop."
Whether spurned by her words or his sudden spasms, the string of memories did cease. Lost in the images, Elena had taken several uneven steps back, the color in her face paling. Back in the current reality, Elena frowned at him, arms returning to her sides. She had to recover, had to brush off the momentary exposure of weakness before he picked up on it, thought he had any effect.
"You're making yourself look pathetic, struggling like that."
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is it okay if I just put this post after Ishtar gets assulted by her friend?XD
Ishtar immediately whipped her head around to see where that damn noise came from. Sidia cluttered on the ground next to her as she spotted the man. God, she really needed to get the hell out of the hallway and away from guys. Ishtar was holding onto her sword arm, while muttering a few words of a foreign language. The bleeding that was there stopped. Hei had suddenly attacked her out of nowhere and she didn't even know how it happened. The only thing she processed was that he wasn't in his right mind and that she was caught in the middle of it. As soon as she escaped she forced herself to take the pain and heal it so that there wasn't much bleeding.
She wiped the swear from her face, before approaching Sephiroth. She had caught a glimpse of him becauseof that weird sound and it paranoid her for a moment. She wondered if the guy was going to attack her too? After all, he was deemed quite dangerous in her books, but for some reason he proved otherwise for the time being. She was beginning to maybe trust him a little bit, but not enough so that she would simply run to his side and fix him up if he was injured. She had to be cautious about it. She knew that it was better to be safe than sorry, and she approached slowly after sheathing her sword.
"Hey, didn't I tell you to rest in a room or something? How did you end up in the hallway and you look worse than last time," she mused worried, clearly she was stern about it but she showed some worry. It was somethings he got used to doing when she was always playing medic, healer and other things between those lines, "Hey can you hear me? You're not going to hit me or anything are you?" she added making sure that she was safe from being attacked. A girl had to be cautious after all. What a weird relationship she had developed with this dangerous person.
Hell if all her friends saw her now.
Totally fine by me! :-)
"Hey can you hear me? You're not going to hit me or anything are you?"
Somewhat dazed Sephiroth looked up to the source of the voice and forced himself to blink back the blurry edges of his vision. As it came into focus though, there was no mistaking Ishtar. Why in the hell would she think he was going to attack her though?
Slowly, green eyes came to rest on the bloodied part of her arm. Sephiroth didn't automatically make the logical connection between that and her question though, even if normally he would have done, his brain was working at a super slow motion on account of the sudden cold snap. It could have been any monster in the Tower, could make anyone bleed-
"No..."
He was staring at it now. Sephiroth forced himself to look away and to an undefined point on the floor. Shivering dramatically all of the time, trying to focus his attention inwards to the suddenly chilled Jenova cells in order to expedite his recovery.
sweet! XD
She ignored the fact that her sleeve had the bloodstain on it, because she couldn't do much about it until her finally replied to her, "That's a relief" she mused before removing her hand from his forehead. She was glad that he didn't sound like Hei who was visibly thinking she was someone else or something. He was attacking her mercilessly.
"You're really sick, but you probably know that already," she replied pursing her lips for a moment. Ishtar noticed his eyes were fixed on her arm and she tried to hide it so he didn't have to stare at it so strangely. She reached her arms at him, "Here, give me your hands, we're going to take you to the clinic and we're going to get you back in bed where you should be," she mused in a lower tone, so that it wouldn't sound so loud.
She didn't want a sick person to be yelled at, but it was a bit problematic when sick people didn't listen to advice and wandered all over the place in their condition, "You're really pale...did you eat or drink anything?" she mused waiting to see if he would take her offered help. Even if he didn't, Ishtar would have to force her help on him, seeing he's extremely sick. She wasn't going to let any sick person tell her that they were fine, unless they sounded and acted fine. She was a stubborn person, and a healer. Sou had called her annoying because she was a healer and she didn't see him since then.
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"It was scorching, now it's freezing-" He coughed once only, dryly but did try not to aim it in Ishtar's face. At least that tore his gaze from that bloodstain, next he blinked he looked right into her eyes.
"This shouldn't be happening..."
The shaking continued, albeit in short bursts now rather than the constant it had been a few moments before. Sephiroth didn't notice the change much; every pore of his skin felt like it might split open it felt that cold and tight but without answering Ishtar's offer of help, or her concern over his diet, he forced his arms from stopping hugging himself and planted them on the ice cold floor either side of him, palms down. He couldn't allow himself to just sit here and shiver, moving would help to generate the warmth he needed.
"ARRRRGGGGHH" It was agony trying to push himself up from the floor with his arms shaking as if all the strength he so prided himself on were non-existent. But through sheer force of will he managed to get high enough to use his back and legs to try to slide up the rest of the way, his bare feet felt like they were missing toes and the bottoms of them felt like they were standing on glass shards.
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"It was hot and now it's cold? But the air felt the same..." she trialed off quietly thinking. Maybe the Tower was doing something weird. She sort of assumed it was that since Hei attacked her. It seemed like Sephiroth's condition was also probably related to this Tower and whatever it decided to do to its residents. Now her question was, why wasn't she affected? There were quite a lot of people that were affected, she would assume. It seemed like Facility was repeating itself again. She narrowed her eyes a little but not at Sephiroth.
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by his words, "Yeah...no it shouldn't be unless you're seriously coming down with a majour fever or some kind of sickness," she mused quietly. She wasn't sure what sickness he had but it wasn't pleasant. Now she was getting a little irritated with him ignoring what she was saying to him, "Hey, stop being stubborn and let me help you. You're in no condition to go anywhere by yourself. You're practically screaming when you're trying to get yourself up," she replied her tone hardening a little.
What the hell was she doing? Why did she suddenly decide to take this responsibility? This guy might kill her later for letting her see him in this state, because guys like him had too much pride. She knew because Duzell had that same issue. He wouldn't take the help and neither did Zero, or Yujinn. The closest people to her always ended up being people who tried to handle things on their own. She was getting tired of it...really tired.
She finally slapped a hand on his shoulder, forgetting that she was reaching into dangerous territory, but she was tired of watching this, "Give me your hands," she repeated again, this time a little more commanding. Okay, Ishtar you're going to get yourself killed anyway, so why not start commanding people like the princess you are? Seriously, she was going to regret this later, but a life was at stake, so there wasn't any going back, nope. She made up her mind.
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Now that at least he was on his feet, he just had to move his feet a bit to get some circulation back-
Then there came a much more forceful voice and Sephiroth paused, raising his gaze again from the floor to Ishtar - that tone was stern enough to be at least listened to. But before he could think around a reply, a new bout of severe shivering crept out from his insides and he braced himself more firmly against the wall to await it's passing. The stabbing feeling on his feet would just have to be ignored for now; he knew full well they had already been frostbitten but it hadn't mattered much until now.
Next thing he knew, her hand clapped down onto his shoulder (not clad in his signature armor) and he reacted. An attempted heavy flinch away from the contact, though pathetically drained from the shivering, followed two green eyes like daggers into hers. Sephiroth wasn't really sure actually what was more painful - how cold he felt, or the pure stunning fact that she was right; that he just didn't have the strength to support his own weight on such damaged feet.
Defeat. Again.
"Let go." Commanding voice meet demanding tone, scarred as it is with the sore throat he's still suffering from. Sounding about as threatening as he can, shaking like this. It had quietened a little for the moment and Sephiroth used this opportunity to shift a little further into a standing position and thus forcing Isthar's hand away if she hadn't moved it already.
"You don't understand. I -can't- get sick like this, I've always been impervious before."
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We can extend this to Floor 2? Assuming that's where they are going?
Sure we can assume that! ^^
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To a very sick, and very paranoid Catarina, it was an attack.
Her knife was out as fast as she could despite her illness, her body preparing for where the blow would land. She turned towards him, her entire demeanor turning into an animal's ready to fight. Hackles raised, teeth bared, growl... if she had fur, it would be sticking straight up. She wouldn't be taken off guard this time, or any time at all.
Ok to put this just before all of the above?
At the sound of the growl, the small hairs on the back of Sephiroth's neck pricked up. As if there wasn't enough adrenaline being slowly pulsed around his system from the fall and momentary blackout. Dazed and still a little unfocused green eyes slowly rose to meet the
predatorssuccubi; he tried so hard to stop the shaking and just remain prone on the floor.Perhaps that way whatever triggered this would just pass. If the shaking itself wasn't the trigger that is. When he saw what looked like a knife, Sephiroth's breath threatened to come in shallower bursts but he fought to control that as well. Deep breaths to try and remain still - if she decided to go at him now he wasn't too sure what he could do to defend himself.
He hated this weakness. He hated being so useless in that moment. Damn this shaking taking all control of his own body away from him.
Whatever's good for you!
Just can't get much worse for the guy really! xD
No, he wouldn't just lie here prone on his front. Damn, it was hard to concentrate on her though; Sephiroth attempted to roll to the side, away from the path he hoped her blade was going to come.
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"What are you doing?" He breathed down at her.
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Warning added :-p
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Extending down stairwells to Floor 2 - Infirmary [Open]
Holy magic. Now there was something for thought, though not too deeply as Sephiroth and Ishtar slowly struggled down the stairs into the Infirmary. He managed most of it on his own, with hardly any of his weight being borne by his unexpected helper - though there were a couple of near misses where his feeling-less bare feet just didn't take his weight.
It was a silent affair mostly, any pain which Sephiroth may have still been feeling he steeled himself against. Holding it behind a neutral expression - maybe if he buried it deep enough inside himself it would go away to a certain extent and he could begin his own natural healing.
Even the physical exertion of getting down the stairs though, did nothing to stop the constant light shivering from the sub-zero temperature he was feeling. He'd mostly gotten over the general dizziness which had accompanied his blackout and subsequent fall though it was still much too cold for him to take his focus off putting one foot in front of the other and keeping his balance.
Sephiroth knew by now that the only way his cells were going to be able to get on with their great rejuvenating and self-preservative ability was if he could get in a position that he could be safe and at the very least a little warmer. There was no way for him currently to be able to assess exactly the damage he had to heal while he was so busy concentrating on keeping going. Ishtar had been so right, and he was painfully aware that he would now owe something to her.
No one helped anyone, without consequence.
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The near misses surprised her, but she managed to plant her feet and keep herself grounded as the accidents happened here and there. She didn't want tumble down the stairs with him since he was feeling under the weather. Ishtar didn't say anything to him while they were making their way down, but she displayed thoughts in expressions instead. His expressions didn't change much, but there was no lying that he might have been feeling a lot different on the inside than his blank expression on the outside. She was used to seeing people make those kind of faces.
She stayed close to him, and maybe offered a little bit of body heat for whatever cold he was feeling. She could tell that he was feeling more than just a little cold. She didn't remember the last time she got sick, but this clearly didn't look like the typical sickness that would disperse over a few days. She admitted their trip downstairs was more of an adventure than anything. The constant almost accidents and the accidents. That included with his weakened state and her not so strong body.
She didn't know what he was thinking and she clearly didn't want to ask what he was thinking. He might have been pissed, or irritated with her constant annoying attitude. She was stubborn and she was a healer. Lives were important and it showed in how she behaved. Keeping her silence, she spotted the clinic up ahead as she made it down the last flight of stairs with the sick person, "Hey look, we made it, well almost," she replied giving a small laugh as she started towards it slowly.
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One gloved leather hand never left the wall as Sephiroth slowly continued to stumble out of the stairwell into the Infirmary proper.
"Yea..." Sephiroth's tone through the sore throat betrayed his energy being lapped away by the extreme cold he was enduring. Not that he had much energy to even push Ishtar away anymore if he did have second thoughts about letting her help him.
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"We're here. Let's find a bed first and then I can get you some medical attention," she replied with a faint smile. She made her way along the clinic to find a proper bed for him. She kept her steps even still and slow so that he could keep up. She could tell that he was getting tired of walking.
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He wrapped one arm around his middle to attempt to kerb the dull throbbing of the earlier stab wound that had started to ache a little more. It had been somewhat ignored underneath all of the numb sensation before but Sephiroth had the suspicion it was one of the many things that was trying to be healed within him. Adding to the big list of which he was failing to heal on account of the cold.
Carefully, holding onto the wall and staying close to something he could grip onto if he fell - Sephiroth slowly followed Ishtar. Silently resolved to at least let her attempt to help him. He'd try not to think about it too much, when he eventually got in a position to think about something other than keeping going.
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How many stupid land mines did she step over already trying to get him to cooperate. When they finally reached the bed, she started to get him to lay on it quietly, not exchanging much words with him this time. She knew he was hearing what she was saying earlier, but he must have gotten annoyed of hearing her go on and on like she always did with everyone. She wanted to make sure he was still awake enough to hear what she had to say but that didn't matter now that she found a bed for him.
"Here, you should lie down now," she replied softly, "and excuse me for intruding but I'm going to have to check you over again to see if there's anything I can do for you."
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