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hejin1997 ([info]hejin1997) wrote,
@ 2010-06-19 01:28:00

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” The volume of his voice sank until I couldn't...
” The
volume of his voice sank until I couldn't make out the words anymore, but his lips still shaped
the words he wanted to share with his wifeHis mouth kept moving, even when his eyes closed
and his head lolled to the side
Ian found a wet cloth and began wiping Walter's shining face
“I'm not good at… at deception,” I whispered, watching Walter's mumbling lips to make sure
he wasn't listening to me“I don't want to upset him
“You don't have to say anything,” Ian reassured me“He's not lucid enough to care
“Do I look like her?”
“Not a bit–I've seen her picture
“Here, louis vuitton mahina let me do that
Ian gave me the rag, and I cleaned the sweat off Walter's neckBusy hands always made me
feel more comfortableWalter continued to mumbleI thought I heard him say, “Thanks,
Gladdie, that's nice
I didn't notice that Doc's snores had stoppedHis familiar voice was suddenly there behind me,
too gentle to startle
“How is he?”
“Delusional,” Ian whispered“Is that the brandy or the pain?”
“More the pain, I would thinkI'd trade my right arm for some morphine
“Maybe Jared will produce another miracle,” Ian suggested
I wiped absently at Walter's pallid face, listening prada replica handbags more intently now, but they didn't speak of
Jared again
Not here,Melanie whispered
Looking for help for Walter,I agreed
I thought about the last time I'd seen him–the kiss, the belief…He probably wanted some time
to himself
I hope he isn't out there convincing himself that you're a very talented actress-slash-Seeker
again
That's possible, of course
Melanie groaned silently
Ian and Doc murmured in quiet voices about inconsequential things, mostly Ian catching Doc
up on what was going on in the caves
“What happened to Wanda's face?” Doc whispered, but I could still hear him replica chanel earrings easily
“More of the same,” Ian said in a tight voice
Doc made an unhappy noise under his breath and then clicked his tongue
Ian told him a bit about tonight's awkward class, about Geoffrey's questions
“It would have been convenient if Melanie had been possessed by a Healer,” Doc mused
I flinched, but they were behind me and probably didn't notice
“We're lucky it was Wanda,” Ian murmured in my defense“No one else –”
“I know,” Doc interrupted, good-natured as always“I guess I should say, it's too bad Wanda
didn't have more of an interest in medicine
“I'm sorry,” I balenciaga bag murmuredIwas careless to reap the benefits of perfect health without ever being
curious about the cause
A hand touched my shoulder“You have nothing to apologize for,” Ian said
Jamie was being very quietI looked around and saw that he was curled up on the cot where
Doc had been napping
“It's late,” Doc noted“Walter's not going anywhere tonightYou should get some sleep
“We'll be back,” Ian promised“Let us know what we can bring, for either of you
I laid Walter's hand down, patting it cautiouslyHis eyes snapped open, focusing with more
awareness than before
“Are you leaving?” he gucci horsebit hobo wheeze


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