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Post by wei on Aug 18, 2006 10:58:23 GMT -5
((OPEN to anyone ^^))
Ash stomped into the Hospital Wing, she couldn't believe that she was actually doing this. She couldn't believed that the girl had actually passed out! This was the most pathetic situation she had been in, in a long time. That Rolen boy just made everything worse.
She gave Mike and Ivy two months at the most for their relationship to last, she was sort of surprised that they had lasted this long although Ash was positive that he had already done something behind her back.
"Anybody here?" she asked as she glanced around the Hospital Wing. Ash winced as she set her eyes on a shelf of needles and sharp objects- she turned away and sat at the opposite end of the room, clicking her tongue.
What would she tell them when they asked what had happened? Ash's heartbeat quickened. That she had punched Ivy? No, that would seriously be bad on her record... but she was the worst lier ever. She had no idea what to say- she couldn't lie although nore could she tell the truth... this was bad.
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Post by Michael Rolen on Aug 19, 2006 10:02:10 GMT -5
Mike had taken care to make sure he didn't move Ivy too much as he had walked up the stairs with her in his arms, her head resting against his chest, so now his shirt was stained with her blood but Mike didn't really care because right now all he cared about was getting Ivy to the hospital wing.
As he walked down the hallway, he got a few wayward glances from the younger students as he got closer to the Hospital Wing these glances became gasps as they saw the blood on Mike's shirt. He didn't pay any heed to them at all as he pushed the door open with his foot and saw Ash standing there alone.
"Where's the nurse?"
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Post by wei on Aug 19, 2006 17:22:01 GMT -5
She gave a loud grunt in response to his question. It seemed that they were a little slow today... She held her chin her palm, refusing to make eye contact with him. Ash didn't want to look at Ivy either, her perfect blonde hair stained with the streaks of blood. Although Ash couldn't help one glance, she was limply held by Mike- her head resting on his chest. She immediately snapped, "Don't do that! Can't you see that the blood from your shirt is smearing on her face?" she snarled at him.
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Drew Thornton
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 19, 2006 18:15:10 GMT -5
Drew had been in the back room (he wasn't supposed to be back there, but he had gotten tired of waiting for the nurse) when he heard voices out front.
"Stepped out for a second to get some m..." he stopped cold in his tracks and saw Ash and a very bloody Mike and Ivy. "What the heck happened?" he asked, rushing over and in his concern forgetting his own scraped elbows for the moment.
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Post by wei on Aug 19, 2006 19:28:08 GMT -5
Ash held her breath, her heart racing. God, what do I do? What do I say? Do I ignore him? Do I just tell the truth? .... Why did I have to punch her? She stared at the ground intently as she panicked to herself. Finally she looked up at Drew, with wide eyes. Ash drew a breath and began to speak, " Well... um... Ivy er..well... I-I didn't mean to do it..." she said.
Ash looked so guilty.
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Post by cappuccino on Aug 19, 2006 19:47:47 GMT -5
Ivy wasn't exactly unconscious, but she was definitely not aware of her surroundings. Her head with throbbing with pain and she thought it was best just to close her eyes tightly and not say anything. She wasn't even sure who picked her up or who was around her.
"Ugh," she groaned stupidly.
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Post by Michael Rolen on Aug 21, 2006 9:12:52 GMT -5
Mike heard Ivy groan and his eyes looked down on her, a small grin on his face, at least she's concious.
"Ivy, its alright your just in the hospital wing, just relax"
He whispered to her before turning his attention to Drew
"I'm guessing no one else is around eh Thornton?"
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 21, 2006 12:38:32 GMT -5
"The nurse just stepped out for a second," Drew said, clearing off a bed so Mike could put Ivy down. He glanced over at Ash, noting what she had said and having a quick flashback to another similar incident.
"Clean towels are in the cupboard on the left," he told her softly, knowing that if she felt anything like he had felt back then she would want to do something to help. "Can you go get those while I get some ice and clean water?"
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Post by cappuccino on Aug 21, 2006 12:45:09 GMT -5
"Drew, is that you?" Ivy muttered under her breath. It would probably surprise most people that his voice was probably the only one she truly recognized from the bunch. Why? Maybe it was because Drew always talked so much and so loudly. (*snigger*) From the bed, she weakly beckoned him to come forth from the bed.
It almost looked like Ivy was dying. "Come here, my child..." she said softly, her eyes still closed tightly.
As far as Ivy was concerned, this might be her last moment alive. She needed to tell Drew all the terrible and horrid things she had done. Like the time she made Ash eat the pet goldfish for a fake nickel, or that time she broke her mother's vase and blamed it on Ash and the dog.
(btw, Ivy isn't really dying...she just over-reacts)
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Drew Thornton
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 21, 2006 12:50:13 GMT -5
Even as injured as she was, Drew wasn't about to fall for the 'come here my child' ploy. Besides, she was obviously delirious and what ever she had to say would be more nonsense than usual. He would let Mike deal with Ivy and he would take care of Ash.
{what am I, your priest?}
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Post by wei on Aug 21, 2006 12:50:37 GMT -5
She nodded quickly at Drew's request, and stepped to it immediately, trying to get away from the situation. She looked at the cupboard next to the needles and surgical knives. She flinched, the hair in her neck standing. Ash swallowed, as she pulled open the cupboard door. She snatched two towels and hurried to Drew with them. She wasn't sure if Drew knew what he was doing but she knew that it was better off him giving the instructions then her or Mike.
Her mother had always wanted her to be a doctor but she knew nothing about health, and as a child, science was always her worst subject.
Ash stared at her sister as she spoke to Drew as if she was never going to see him again. It was almost ammusing but Ash was too overwhelmed by everything to find it that way.
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Post by cappuccino on Aug 21, 2006 12:56:05 GMT -5
(yes... lol)
"I SAID COME HERE, MY CHILD!" Ivy growled. Then she winced even more, and groaned with pain. She was losing a lot of blood, and everything started to feel worse. "I want to tell you something... Drew, I want you to know that... I.. I always liked your hair,"
It was true. Ivy had to tell Drew this-- this might be their last moment together. "And... take care of Ash. Tell her that I love her. Tell her that I'll watch her from above... or maybe below," she said slowly. "I don't have much time..."
For Pete's sake, the wound wasn't that bad, but Ivy didn't know. She really thought she was going to die. It sure looked like it with all that blood.
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Drew Thornton
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 21, 2006 18:47:16 GMT -5
{A decent healer wouldn't use needles or surgical knives } Drew took the towels and soaked them before heading back to Ivy. He knew where the healing potions were but also knew Mrs. Johnson would skin him alive if he touched them without her permission... more so if he used them on someone else. Of course, if someone didn't show up soon, he wouldn't have any other choice, would he? He gently pressed the clean, damp towel to the back of Ivy's head as she started babbling on about his hair. "Yeah... thanks... I will Ivy," he said, trying not to laugh at her 'maybe below' comment.
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Post by cappuccino on Aug 21, 2006 18:54:32 GMT -5
"Drew... tell Mike that I never liked his cologne either... I always thought it smelled like Kellen's socks," she said weakly. For a girl who thought she was dying, she sure said a lot. "Drew, tell Ash that... the funeral for Ye-Ye is next week..." she said quietly. "Tell her to go, and tell our father what happened to me. To...tell him that... I died courageously trying to save Tristan Howard from... a crazy...gnarl-puff," she gasped, feeling like her time was coming. She didn't really know how she got this way, but knew that she probably did something courageous.
It was really pretty, the lights she saw. "Drew, I want to thank you. Thank you for putting up with me. You and your sister-- you guys were always so nice to me and Ash...it meant a lot," Yes, it was really pretty. There was Potato, her old puppy; and Hitler, Stalin and Hirohito, her three goldfish; there was even Ye-Ye all smiling at her. They were waving to her, beckoning her to come to the light.
It was then that Ivy passed out again, from loss of blood and pain from her head. Not to mention the girl was exhausted and dehydrated.
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Post by wei on Aug 21, 2006 19:06:43 GMT -5
Ash tilted her head when Ivy mentioned the funeral for Ye ye is next week. She stared at her, a bit confused about what this meant. She had never been close to her father's side of the family and hardly knew anyone but Ivy- she didn't even speak to her father much. They all became distanced after their parents divorce. Ash stepped closer to the bed side, wondering whether to let it go or not. She slipped one of her hands into Ivy's, "Is Ye Ye... is he gone?" she asked softly although Ivy seemed to have already passed out again.
She let her eyes linger on her sister. She couldn't have heard Ivy wrong, Ye Ye... he was dead. Her hand squeezed Ivy's. For some reason she wasn't too sad about it. She wanted to be sad, she wanted to cry, but she wasn't sad- nore was she even close to shedding a tear. Ash felt terrible... not because her grandfather had died but because she wasn't sad about the news. A troubles expression set upon her face.
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