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Post by Typhoid on Sept 8, 2007 14:09:06 GMT -5
"Good." She turned on her side, towards him, and curled in on herself, shutting her eyes to let the sedative take effect. "Ti amo. E grazie. Così tanto," she murmured, putting stress on the last sentence.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 8, 2007 14:15:06 GMT -5
::Pietro's hand did not move from her skin as she shifted, intent on comforting her until the sedative took effect. Her words touched him, meant a great deal to him.:: "Ti amo. E dunque è il mio piacere."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 8, 2007 14:17:49 GMT -5
She smiled even with her eyes closed, and after about 10 minutes, slipped into sleep with no more hallucinations.
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 8, 2007 22:12:24 GMT -5
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Ten hours later found Typhoid waking up slowly, groggy and still tired, but not enough to stay downstairs in the cold medical lab. Pietro's coat was still around her, along with a blanket, and she gingerly sat up and moved her legs out from underneath the blanket, stopping and waiting until the world stopped spinning before she tried moving again. She could have been hit by a truck and not felt worse, but at the very least she no longer had a fever, and though the world looked hazy at the moment, she wasn't hallucinating. Shuffling along, her hand against the walls for support, she very slowly made it to the elevator and upstairs, finding the door to her dorm room with difficulty 15 minutes later and collapsing into bed once she was there.
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