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Post by jackspiratewench on Feb 14, 2007 3:03:02 GMT
She gave him a weak smile and her eyelids couldn't keep open anymore so she fell asleep once again.
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Post by saltydog on Feb 14, 2007 3:06:13 GMT
Erik looked down at her gently, and once they were saftly in his lair, he laid her delicately on the bed, letting her sleep soundly.
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Post by jackspiratewench on Feb 14, 2007 3:10:26 GMT
She woke up the next morning and realized that someone has bandaged her up. She looked around the room and she was alramed
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Post by saltydog on Feb 14, 2007 3:12:24 GMT
Erik was writing, but putting down his quill, he turned around and gave a smile.
"You're up." he said lightly.
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Post by jackspiratewench on Feb 14, 2007 3:58:57 GMT
"Where am I?" she asked, frightened. She didn't know if he was one of the men who shot her. Everything was a blur.
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Post by saltydog on Feb 14, 2007 3:59:52 GMT
"My name is Erik, Madamoiselle." he said, bowing respectfully, "And who, do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
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Post by jackspiratewench on Feb 14, 2007 4:01:19 GMT
"Madline...." she said, still unsre of what to do
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Post by saltydog on Feb 14, 2007 4:15:02 GMT
"Well, nice to meet you." he said, giving a small smile.
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Post by jackspiratewench on Feb 14, 2007 4:18:04 GMT
She tried to sit up but had a small head ache.
"when am I going home?" she asked
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Post by saltydog on Feb 14, 2007 4:19:18 GMT
"When you're well." he said,"At the least, anyway. I don't want you facing the world injured..."
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