Needles and Pins

I am J · Feb 27, 2017

You have a nice laugh.

"Well, thanks Lochlann. I try." she smiled again. She did laugh again when he suggested that she switch out Dr. Hart's coffee. "I don't think so. I can get away with making his life a little brighter, he can't fire me for being happy, but I won't go touching that man's coffee. I rather like my hand right where it is attached to my arm, thanks."

His thumb had stroked over her hand and that wasn't at all like holding a sick man's hand in the hospital. She didn't mind it much but it wasn't the same as using bedside manners. "I have a good stylist," she replied flippantly. "It's hard for me to imagine it boring and normal." she admitted.

"Sure I can," she replied when he said she couldn't expect no payment. "The fact that you didn't expect it free goes a long way with me." She got him sitting upright and helped him peel away the now crusty shirt. She discarded it at the end of the tub and took the bowl to empty and refill again. She used the warm water to wash away the residual blood clinging to his chest and arms with long, gentle wipes. Then she rinsed again and wiped his face where he had spread the blood and removed the bobby pin from his hair while he sat frozen, seemingly lost in thought, possibly mulling over who to call.

"You will most certainly not be fine," she replied in a calm tone, sitting back onto her heels again and finally stripping the used gloves off. She ignored him when he continued to ask to 'pay her back' for a service she would not have charged him money or favors for in the first place.

"Look. You can call someone to get you and keep an eye on you or I'll have to call Dr. Hart. If I did something wrong and your bleeding starts up again while you sleep you might never even know it." She hesitated. "Or you can sleep on an air mattress in the living room," she sounded as hesitant as she felt but if he didn't want anyone, ie the hospital, to know about this then it was possible he didn't want anyone to know.

She could always lock her bedroom door. And put a chair under the handle. Or push the dresser in front of it. It wasn't as if he was strong enough to truly be a danger to her right now.

ReD · Feb 27, 2017

Lochlann's face darkened when she suggested that Dr. Hart might cut off her hand for touching his coffee. Lochlann did not doubt this.

"Good point," he said.

Lochlann really couldn't imagine her hair another color. Well, at least, a normal color.

"You would probably look good with green hair, too," he said. "You can wear dinosaurs instead of unicorns, and then tell people youre a trex."

For some reason, this made him giggle, and he leaned back against the wall of the tub. His head was swimming. He realized he could loop his necklace back up around his neck, and he did so now.

She got him sitting upright then and managed to peel off the last of his shirt. Lochlann shivered then, and her gentle wipes lulled him into a state where he was pretty certain he was dreaming. He'd never had someone else wash him like this. If it were under other circumstances, he might enjoy it, or really, he'd feel shame that he hadn't taken it away to do it himself. But sitting upright was requiring all of his energy, and he was lost in thought trying to figure out who the hell he had in his life.

Lochlann was deeply unsettled by her unwillingness to name a price. He was not used to this.

"But--" he protested, and then had a momentary bout of suspicion. 'Wait. Are you saving this to call in on me later? Because I'm okay with that. But it's very unicorn thing to do. "

It really wasn't and he gave her another pained attempt at a smile with it.

He was determined, though. He decided to give some options. "I am very useful at housework, and I can cook some things, but not much, or i could just mail you regular money."

The idea that he wouldn't be fine was unexpected, because Lochlann was used to thinks being a mess but ultimately okay. Everyone seemed to expect that he wasn't fine. Bla bla bla, your heart, blablabla your liver, blablabla your stress levels.

The idea of doctor hart brought that terrifying bolt of panic through him.

"Do not call him, please," he said, because Dr. Hart would most definitely take him to the hospital. He shook his head. "It won't start to bleed. It's not bleeding now. you made it stop and it was already bleeding for such a long time, i dont think it will bleed again."

Lochlann's understanding of his own body was dismal.

He shook his head.

"I can't stay here, but I appreciate the offer," he said. He was already in her debt for the stitches. He couldn't be in her debt for hospitality, too.

"I can, I mean, i'm staying at a motel right now," he explained. "I should go back and do something about the blood sheets. I mean the bed sheets. Before housecleaning comes in the morning. They'll check on me if i'm still there."

It seemed perfectly logical to him. He didn't suspect that the motel had a lot of incidents with dead bodies, which is why the house keeping was more likely to enter and check on someone than just come back later.

"Thank you, Pony," he said. he touched the back of his hand, which was blissfully blood free, and then looked down at her blood stained tub.

"If you have bleach i will happily clean this for you," he told her. He was very, very determined to contribute something, even if right now sitting up was an olympic level sport for him.

I am J · Feb 28, 2017

Ji-Hye had been kidding about Dr. Hart cutting off her hand, but the point she was making still stood. She didn't want to loose her job. Never mind Ji-Hye wasn't mean spirited either. She teased at the edge of Dr. Harts nerves simply by being herself, and while it was amusing she would never go out of her way to try to aggravate the man. The man carried around enough tension and gloom on his own. He didn't need her help.

She chuckled when he suggested she dye her hair green and claim dinosaur lineage. "Dinosaurs aren't nearly as cute, though." Watching him replace his necklace with attentive eyes, she filed the fact that he wouldn't be parted with it, in the back of her mind.

Just as she had sat at the bedside of many creatures holding their hands with patience, Ji-Hye had sponged many creatures naked bodies. The experience might be surreal to Lochlann but to Ji-Hye it was business as usual. The action was soothing and routine to her.

"You got me," she told him, "I'm going to hold this over your head until I need some unfathomable favor." She was shaking her head gently as she said this, a small smile touching her otherwise focused face. "Lochlann, really. I need nothing. I'm a nurse. It's what we do." She shrugged. "And I promise," she said reassuringly to his poor attempt at smiling, "I'm not really a Unicorn."

He listed off some things that he was good at, even offering her money. She held her hands up when she was done washing him off. "Stop, stop. I really don't...." She sighed. She could feel his determination buzzing against her brain with almost the same intensity she had felt his panic. "Just, show up here in the morning and let me know you're alive still. That will be good enough for me." And it would. She prided herself in her work and patients like Lochlann were difficult to take, the stubborn, troubled kind.

"I won't call him," she relented softly. His panic had slammed into her and she softened like butter. "But Lochlann, you sorely underestimate the severity of your wounds and the amount which you tied my hands in helping you. Those stitches are fishing line, not hospital grade sutures. The holes they've threaded through are bigger then regular stitches, it could tear your skin more easily then a stitch would. And you're going to be in pain when the lidocane begins to wear off of your skin. You can't shower for a day because you need your wounds to set. You won't be able to move a lot because yo don't want to have to come back here for more stitches, yes?"

All of this she spoke gently but with a firmness that didn't match her face but reflected her occupation. She felt some sense of relief when he turned down her offer to stay here with her but she was still very bothered by his lack of people to come care for him. He explained about staying in a motel and she nodded understanding.

"Well then, I'll take you back to your motel," and be sure to request that house keeping checks in on him. His hand touched hers and she glanced down. "You're Welcome, Lochlann." His offer to help clean up her bathroom was waved away with her other hand. "You wouldn't be able to move enough to be any help. This is what I'm trying to get you to understand. You're going to be in pain. You're mostly fine right now because of adrenaline and lidocane. In about forty minutes, it's going to hurt again." She would clean the tub later.

Ji-Hye took her hand from beneath his and pushed to stand. She silently cleaned up her EMT bag, giving him the silence to mull over what she'd said. She threw the two pair of gloves into the empty bowl with the rag. She would later bag them and dispose of them at the clinic. Ji-Hye dropped the needles and scissors into the sink for sanitizing later and discarded the old wrappings and bandages into the bowl as well.

"I'll be right back," she told him, and left the bathroom. She was hoping a little space and silence would allow him to mull over her words and come to his senses. She returned a moment later with a men's large hoodie folded over her arm. She had also changed out of her bloodied scrubs and into a pair of loose jeans with holes in the knees and a teal tank top. Her feet were bare and pedicured, hot pink nails. She knelt by the tub again and lifted it to help him put it on.

ReD · Mar 1, 2017

"Well, I mean, it's kind of mean to compare dinosaurs to unicorns," Lochlann said. "It's like comparing cats and dogs. Are you looking for something to hunt mice or try to purify water and steal your girlfriend?"

He clearly meant unicorns and not dogs with the latter part, but he missed his own blunder.

Lochlann was almost relieved when she said she'd hold this over his head because that was something Lochlann could deal with. It was familiar and routine. He took her small smile to mean his sucess at figuring out her plan, but when she denied both his offer for service and her lack of unicorn heritage, Lochlann was subdued.

His panic, though sudden and flaring, abated almost as quickly when she said she wouldn't call him.

"I can be here in the morning," he agreed. He could bring coffee. And breakfast. He most definitely would do that. He seemed reassured.

Some of his reassurance turned into apprehension when she told him about the pain. He did find it a little funny that he was sewed up with fishing line. Symbolically, that was appropriate. He wanted to laugh but now that seemed like too much energy.

She gave him time to think about the repercussions and he did. Lochlann was not want to rest. He was not one to stop doing things.

He was used to ignoring most medical orders. He also took note that he couldn't take a shower--that was the first thing he'd been planning to do when he got home, provided he didn't pass out first.

"I've been hurt worse," Lochlann said. He wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure her or reassure himself. "But if doing this will keep me out of the hospital, I will do it."

He couldn't quite bring himself to say I trust you. Right now, he felt like he didn't have a choice.

He did give her a look when she asked if he wanted to come back here for more stitches.

"I like you, but I'd rather not have to come to your house unless I'm trying to shamelessly flirt with you by playing music outside your window," he said.

It was difficult to tell by the tone of his voice if he was serious or not.

There was something that Lochlann wanted to ask, but he was afraid. He was so scared of the question that he swallowed it down and forced it to stay buried in his empty stomach until he managed to get out of the tub with Pony's help.

He wanted to know what she'd recommend he do about the pain, but there was no way he could bring himself to ask, not yet. He was convinced he needed to feel it. He deserved this after all.

In her tank top and jeans with her bare feet, she looked younger than Lochlann realized. Of course, appearances were deceiving on this island, but in the scrubs she commanded this air of authority that Lochlann found it hard to ignore.

Even if they did have damned unicorns on them.

her toe nails were pink and it made Lochlann think of his sister. Once, he'd let her paint his toe nails, not really knowing what it entailed. His hooves were sparkly colored for weeks.

For some reason, that made him homesick.

Which made him feel actually sink. He was exhausted and woozy.

"Pony," he said to her. "I wish you were my doctor earlier."

I am J · Mar 1, 2017

Ji-Hye laughed. "Yeah, I'm starting to get the sense that you aren't a big fan of unicorns." She actually grinned this time, her smile wide and white teeth straight. She was also beginning to think that a unicorn must have come along and stolen a girl right out from under him.

Th young woman nodded when he said he would come in the morning. She could tell that her words were sinking in with him because she could feel his calm making way to apprehension. It was good, she wanted him to worry. Normally she wouldn't worry her penitents on purpose but people like Lochlann sometimes needed a little push. He was the kind of person who could benefit from a little fear. "Maybe I should come back to you to check on you. You really ought to not move around too much for a few days, let your wounds heal up some."

His deceleration that he had been hurt worse wasn't one she was unused to getting as response. It both annoyed her and concerned her. The bravado could be wearing and the slanted thinking could cause him to do more harm then good to himself in the healing process. "Worse or not," she replied, hands on her hips, "make sure you do. If you have to come back here because you tore up your stitches just because you're a stubborn man I'll have to report it," she probably wouldn't. "And it would be on you because I warned you." Her tone was firm but with overtones of 'I care' and 'I don't want you hurt'.

She smiled when he said he liked her but didn't want to see her again for medical reasons. Shaking her head she warned: "I wouldn't come around like that. I throw shoes out the window at cats singing on the fence post."

She could feel his hesitation and wondered what he was hesitating for. What could he possibly be holding back from her. Whether he trusted her or not on the surface, he clearly trusted her enough to let her take him into her home in the night in such a weak state, whether he sought her out or not, and more so to let her put needles and scissors to his skin. What else could he be worried about?

Pony, I wish you were my doctor earlier.

She looked up, not entirely surprised by his feeling but surprised by the admittance. "I'm not a doctor. I'm a nurse. We're better then doctors, just with fewer titles and pomp." She winked and helped him get his arms through the sweater. "But if you want to come to the clinic next time, I'm your assigned nurse there too." She knelt down and leveled their eyes. "But if you can't go to the hospital you can always come here, I won't turn you away. Are you ready to try to stand?" She put her hands under his arms, prepared to help him rise.

ReD · Mar 2, 2017

When she said a few days, Lochlann startled. He could handle maybe a day. But a few days?

He would have gone pale if he wasn't already pale. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back, and this time the gesture was blissfully blood-free. He shook his head.

"That won't be necessary," he said. "I'll behave myself."

As much as he possibly could.

She had her hands on her hips and that drew Lochlann's eyes to them. He followed the curves of them while he took in her threat. Report him. He swallowed and it hurt, so he nodded slowly instead while he waited for his mouth to stop being so dry.

"If, in theory, I do tear up my stitches..." Lochlann said.

Or if someone tore them back up for him.

"Would they be hard to put back in?" he asked.

It took him too long to realize what she meant about the cats. He said, "I bet you the cats sing better than I do, but I probably have better taste in music, and I don't know how many cats can make a good playlist."

He still had that other question but he couldn't quite bring it up yet. He held it down for a moment. He wondered if asking made him weak. he wondered why he couldn't just accept that he deserved this, to take it for a few days, to just wallow.

He was reassured when she reminded him again that she wasn't a doctor, but Lochlann still didn't fully understand the difference. He gave her a withering look when she suggested he come up the clinic, but there was a little bit of softening behind that look. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she was there. maybe. He was more surprised when she told him he could come back.

"Thank you," he said. He couldn't hide the surprise from his voice. He was too tired, too exhausted to work hard at the minor details of being human. He was an animal and he wanted to hide and lick his wounds.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm ready."

He didn't wait for her like he should have, but pressed his hands against the shower wall and brought himself up. His legs shook like they might give out and he glared at them for even thinking about betraying him.

He took a ragged breath.

If she was right, he had forty minutes.

He caved.

"What do you.....what do you do for pain?" he said. His voice was low, quiet, barely above a whisper, and he half-hoped that she wouldn't hear him so he could pretend he wasn't weak enough to ask.

I am J · Mar 2, 2017

She saw him start but chose to leave it alone. She'd made her point clear, she'd given her recommendations. If he weren't going to listen to her, there wasn't anything she could do to make him. She did, however, nod when he said he would behave.

She watched his eyes roam her midsection passively. A man like Lochlann, stubborn and good looking and with roaming eyes, was bad new. Ji-Hye didn't need trouble in her life and he'd just walked in covered in blood and given her no choice. She had a feeling she'd be seeing a lot more of him then she wanted.

He ran his hands through his hair and instinctively did the same, pressing her messy hair back up into the bun and succeeding in making it messier. He proved to her how much of a stubborn bundle of trouble he might be by asking his next question. Ji-Hye's narrow eyes narrowed more and she lifted her chin to look down her nose at him.

"You underestimate how hard those stitches were to put in in the first place." Her tone was even and flat. "If you tear them up they're going to be a real b*tch to get back in properly. I suggest you do everything you can to sit tight, relax, and let it heal up some." Her eyes, her posture, was stern. "If, and I'm suspecting that this is a big if, you let them heal up properly," she stressed the last word heavily, "then you can come back in a week and I'll see if they're ready to come out of your hand and neck. The chest will take longer. Maybe 12 days."

Ji-Hye shook her head at him again when he counted the cat fact with his own. "Well then I'll skip the shoe and just go for the garden hose. Don't show up outside my window singing or playing anything or I'll hose you down." She might too.

She didn't wilt under his withering look. For one thing, she could feel the lack of severity flowing off of him. For another thing, she'd had worse looks turned on her more times then she could count. A lot of being a nurse was being caught between a doctor and the patients wrath, like a child in the middle.

He sounded surprised when he thanked her. She just nodded in return. She understood the surprise but Ji-Hye would never have turned someone away while sick or hurt. She'd taken a Hippocratic oath but even before then, Ji-Hye had been a gentle heart.

He lunged up, not waiting for her health, and his legs shook and his breath was ragged.

Ji-Hye adjusted her hold on his arms quickly, pressing close to support his weight with her slight frame. This was harder done then she'd expected. She often helped patients to their feet but usually she had another nurse or an aid to help her. And usually the patients waited for the help.

"You see? This is what I was talking about, you idiot," she grumbled, gasping. "You'll tear your stitches acting like such a fool," she admonished him harshly. "You won't even make it out of my apartment before you'll need sewn back up like a ragged doll acting like that." Her words were english but her accent had taken a very decided turn towards Korean. She sounded like her mother when she was angry, even to her own ears.

His quiet question melted her again. She let out a loud, exasperated sigh. "I can't give you anything good. You didn't come to the clinic so I can't legally take anything from the pharmacy," and she wouldn't steal. She moved back slowly, giving him time to get his shaking legs over the edge of the bloody tub. "But I can get you some LMX, what I used, and some stronger...basically Ibprophin. You've tied my hands by not coming to the hospital," she added the last sympathetically. "But I'll do for you what I can, ok?"

ReD · Mar 3, 2017

When her hand mirrored his own, Lochlann missed the mirroring, but did pick up on the fact that her bun was now much much messier. It suited her somehow. It reminded him even more of spun sugar.

For once, Lochlann didn't seem to protest. He was taking her warnings to heart and made no motion to ask if they could come out earlier. Truthfully, he hadn't even considered the fact that they might have to come out.

"I'm not very good at following instructions," Lochlann confessed. It was a rather lame confession because it was pretty damn obvious, but it seemed like he was telling her his secrets. He had never told a medical provider of any kind his secrets. He started to suspect again that she might be a unicorn. Another ragged breath followed.

"It's not that I don't want to--okay, well, sometimes it is, but I do want to follow them, I'm just really bad at it," he said.

What could he do for twelve days?

Twelve days trapped in his motel room. He felt a flutter of panic rise like startled moths in his chest.

Being hosed down seemed to warn him off the idea of sitting outside of her window either singing or playing anything. She didn't say outside of her door, though.

He asked instead, "How far is the reach on your hose?"

Pony was supporting him with her small frame and Lochlann felt that terrible flicker of shame. It wasn't necessarily a gender thing, although he had made jokes about his fragile masculinity in the past. Lochlann would have felt shame no matter who was supporting him. It was more of the shame of needing that support.

It was the shame of thinking how easy it would be to be picked off by a predator.

Maybe it was because Lochlann himself was a predator.

When the accent lilted into her voice, turning her flat words into sharp, stuccato syllables, Lochlann was obviously comforted. He had a brief moment where he rested his head on her shoulder in undisguised affection.

Her anger, her accent, reminded him so painfully of someone he loved, even if the accent didn't match and the anger was gentler than he was used to.

"Okay," he said. His breathing was still hard and it'd only grown harder since he got up. He wondered, briefly, if it would be easier for him to get back to the motel if he took off his necklace, but he quickly discounted that idea. Absolutely not. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head when she offered him anything. The panic was starting to resurface, those little moths of anxiety trying to escape from his throat, but he swallowed again. He felt too hot.

He assumed that, if showers were out, he shouldn't even ask if going into the ocean or the lake was a good idea.

"I mean, I guess," he didn't know how to start this question, how to word it. "I don't even mean taking something, I mean...what am I supposed to do with the pain?"

Lochlann struggled and wondered if he should give up.

he was picturing himself aching and pacing and doing something stupid the moment that pain snuck in.

In the past, he would have just slept. Sleeping pills were easy to come by on this island. it was how he worked with pain. But it'd been two years and he hadn't broken that promise even though the temptation to was strong. He'd lost his most useful coping mechanism.

"Is there a trick?" he asked finally. "Something that makes ignoring it easier?"

Lochlann was used to barreling in the complete opposite direction from pain.

ooc:
......i pulled a lochlann and busted my stitches within 24 hours of having them because i totally thought i could get out of bed on my own. i started to slip and went 'nbd i'll just jump' and i saw cartoon stars.

I am J · Mar 7, 2017

Those stitches would need to some out because they wouldn't dissolve, his skin would grow around them. They would probably be infected, then they would need surgically removed which would mean more stitches, and if he didn't come to the clinic for that then they'd be yet another set of fishing line stitches that he would have to have removed again. All of this was true and all of this was scare tactic she was prepared to use but didn't end up needing too. He seemed to finally grasp the severity of her words: rest, relax, come back to get the stitches out.

"Good at it or not, you will follow my instructions because I simply can't help people who don't actually want the help. It's only two weeks, only a week I'm telling you to be easy."

His panic flitted at the edge of her consciousness. "I could come around and check on you a few times," she offered, mostly because she was misreading his panic for being caused by fear of loneliness.

She shook her head at him when he asked her how far her hose reached. "Don't sing at my front door either. I'll throw a pot of water over you. I don't need you mewing around waking up my neighbors either." Her words were flat, and truthful, but her tone was light and joking. Ji-Hye didn't need relationships, she was married to her work, but harmless flirting, especially the kind that could shoot him down in light spirit, wasn't unwelcome.

His shame flashed at her the same way the panic had, fleeting and slight. She ignored it. It wasn't her job to make him feel better about himself. In fact, it wasn't her job to have him in her bathtub, healing him up in unpractical, outdated ways. She did so because she couldn't turn him away, not because it was smart.

She nodded when he apologized. Her fury at his stupidity, his eagerness to move around too much and too fast too soon abated almost instantly. She could be angry, but it never lasted. She had more sympathy for him then she did anger. His panic was back again, the shame seeming to break away to it. Her lips turned down at his misery.

"I'll give you what I can to manage the pain regardless," she replied. "but keeping your mind busy will help. Company," if he had any friends. She was beginning to wonder since he didn't have anyone he trusted to come retrieve him. "Television? After a few days you would soak in the tub, the warm water will help with aches. Actually, you could soak right away as long as you kept the stitches up out of the water." She spoke about him in a tub naked with a clinical detachment only found in her line of work.

She wanted badly to dispel the panic for him but his unwillingness to get better help in the hospital was severely tying her hands. She helped him out of the bathroom and winced when she noticed the blood on her wall in the hallways from their entry.

"I need to get shoes, a coat..." she trailed off, looking around her colorful home. "I can help you sit but that will mean getting back up again. Or you can stand," she'd lean him by the door, against the wall for support. She suddenly felt the heavy fatigue settle over her and resisted the urge to sag under his weight. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?" she offered, half hardheartedly because she figured she knew his answer.

OOC: sorry it took so long, we've got colds plaguing the house now. -_-

ReD · Mar 7, 2017

Lochlann was still shamed at needing her support, but he was grateful for it, because midway through the hallway he was fairly certain that this was the end and he was going to pass out right there.

He got a grip as best as he could and nodded. He could survive two weeks. He'd have to. But it didn't stop those panicking feelings to try to flit back out of him again.

"That's okay, I'll be fine," he said. "I appreciate it, though."

In the past, there were a few people he might have considered calling, but now, Lochlann planned to minimize the number of people who knew about what happened to him. The less he had to talk about--or think about--Guin, the better.

"I'll have to do it during very specific hours then," Lochlann said. "So I dont' wake your neighbors up but also to get the full benefits of a dramatic sky. Maybe during a thunderstorm then."

Of course, Lochlann would avoid going out in a thunderstorm or any kind of rain storm. He would avoid having water dumped on him. He would have avoided the gentleway she cleaned the blood off him if he could have, but he was in no position to protest then, and he was too grateful now.

Keeping his mind busy. Lochlann tried not to make a face. He mostly succeeded, but only because a particular step jarred him and his hand went to his neck in surprise, as though touching it would make it hurt less.

"Thank you," he said again. The idea of soaking in a bath seemed like the greatest thing in the world, next to, perhaps, crawling into bed and lying with someone, but those were not options available to him. Lochlann did not have a tub, only a shower. He wasn't allowed one when he was a high school student and the motel now wasn't that nice. He said, "If I...cover the fucked up parts with something, could I sit in the bottom of a shower?"

They got to the entry way and Lochlann was relieved until he realized it was the very start of their journey, not the end. He was panting when he said, "I think i'm good standing. I'm good at standing."

He didn't fully trust his body at the moment, but he used to be able to sleep standing up. He wondered if he could still do it.

"I appreciate the offer," Lochlann affirmed, "But I can't impose on you anymore than I already have and, honestly, I wouldn't be comfortable having bleeding strangers sleeping in my place. I can't ask that of you, even if you offered. You really don't have to walk me home, either, it's really nice of you to want to, though."

He took a deep breath because air was still something that didn't know if it liked him.

"I promise I will check in with you first thing in the morning. If you want, I can give you the number for my motel, and you can check that I've shown up."

OOC: no worries. omg feel better though, that's terrible D= it seems like everyone i know has either the flu or the stomach flu D=

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