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He smiles. "Sure.. That sounds good.. Hmm.. Want to go somewhere more private?" He moves and offers her his hand, smiling.

She reluctantly looked at the hand. She remembered why they were seperated in the first place and began to get fearful if they caused trouble again. She didn't want things to happen again, atleast not too quickly. She ignored the hand and nodded. "Ay, a private place sounds good. Do you know a nice private place where we could talk?" she asked, "I don't know this school very well."

He thinks a bit and grins. "The nurses office.. I could act like you fainted and we can talk there while you 'rest'." He smiles and keeps his eyes on her.

She grinned. Clever. "That'd be a goo--" she was cut short as she fell on to the floor, her eyes closed. Some people in the library gasped, confused as to what had happened. The librarian began to walk over there and she asked Dal, "What happened?"

He moves and checks her pulse. "She's breathing and alive.. I think she fainted.. I'll take her to the nurses office just to be sure.." He moves and picks her up, lifting her and carrying her out of the library. About a little bit away, they reached the nurses office.

She acted asleep the whole way. Having your eyes closed throughout something like this scarier than it sounds becuase you are at the mercy of someone else, you can't see what's going to happen and you have to brace yourself for anything. It's scary. She snickered a little as she was being carried through the hallway but suppressed it.

When they got to the nurse's office, the nurse got off her chair and examined her, gently putting her hand udner Meredith's bangs to check her temperature on her forehead. "What's wrong?" the nurse asked.

He just shrugs.. "I think she fainted.. She just dropped straight down.." He moves and sits next to her.

"Hmmm" the nurse mused before pointing to a bed, "Set her down there. I'll be right back."

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As Dal-chan laid Meredith down on the bed, Meredith opened one of her eyes and grinned. "How'd we get to be such good acotrs?"

He just smiles and sits there. "Well.. We had to do it every day at the old school.." He moves his hand and strokes her cheek. "I've really missed you over summer.."

"Yeah..." she agreed, feeling the warmth of his hand stroking her cheek. That sense of touch brought back mixed feelings: some happy while others melancholic. It was almost gut-wrenching. "Yeah, I missed you too..." she said, almost sad. "Why did things get so messed up?"