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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Apr 16, 2005 0:48:22 GMT -5
"It's only bruised," I said giving him an odd look.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 16, 2005 0:49:08 GMT -5
"I suppose," I said slowly.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Apr 16, 2005 0:51:49 GMT -5
"Why do you think it'd need to be bandaged?" I asked.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 16, 2005 0:52:59 GMT -5
"I don't know," I said. "I just..."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Apr 16, 2005 0:54:28 GMT -5
"If you want it bandaged I'll do it," I replied.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 16, 2005 1:41:10 GMT -5
"Nah, it'll be fine," I said. "I kept the fact that my fingers were tingling to my self. It was probably just a pinched nerve.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 16, 2005 1:48:05 GMT -5
Solo patrol. Perfect. It was time they realised I could handle patrolling on my own. Rogue seemed to think she had to do everything.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 16, 2005 2:21:26 GMT -5
"It's probably nothing," I said, picking up a glass from the side.
Except the tingle got worse. My hand spasmed, releasing teh glass and dropping it to hte ground.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 16, 2005 2:32:05 GMT -5
"What was that?!" I asked quickly, running back in. "Dad, are you ok?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 16, 2005 2:48:35 GMT -5
"Pinched nerve," I said shakily. "It's nothing."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 16, 2005 3:02:27 GMT -5
"To hell with nothing. We'll get Maya, and then mabe an ambulance. We can't have you getting injured."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 16, 2005 3:17:01 GMT -5
"I'm fine," I snapped, but my hand kept shaking. "it's nothinng. Just..."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 16, 2005 3:33:28 GMT -5
"Stop saying that!" I snapped back. "Mal, call Maya."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Apr 16, 2005 3:36:20 GMT -5
"Don't yiou dare," I growled. "It's nothing."
"doc..." Rogue began.
"I'm fine," I said, walking out. "Notyhing to worry about. It's just a damn bruise."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Apr 16, 2005 3:39:22 GMT -5
"I'm going to knock him out," I muttered, picking up a rolling pin."
"Jessy..."
"Fine." I picked up a lamp instead.
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