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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 12, 2011 23:22:57 GMT
"'nywhere ya want", Barbossa answered.
The doctor checked Barbossa's pulse. He shook his head.
"He's getting worse. He doesn't have much time left. My best guess is two months at least."
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 12, 2011 23:25:11 GMT
Jenna sat next to Barbossa on the bed. She glared at the doctor's news.
"But why? Is he sick? I don't get it!"
She buried her head in her hands and cried.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 12, 2011 23:27:33 GMT
"Yes, he's sick", the doctor said. "His old age is just making it worse."
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 12, 2011 23:29:03 GMT
"He's not old. I'm only 36 and he's my husband," Jenna said, crossing her arms. "What's he sick with?"
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 12, 2011 23:30:57 GMT
"Pnuemonia", the doctor answered. "I don't have a cure for him. I'm sorry."
He packed up his stuff and left.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 12, 2011 23:43:44 GMT
Jenna glared at the doctor, as if it was his fault that Barbossa was sick. She curled up into a little ball in the corner of the bed and started crying.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 12, 2011 23:45:16 GMT
"Jenna", Barbossa said.
He stroked her hair.
"What's wrong?"
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 12, 2011 23:51:32 GMT
"You," Jenna sobbed.
She snuggled over closer to him.
"You're going to die and leave me. I can't live without you."
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 12, 2011 23:56:13 GMT
"Don't cry", Barbossa said. "We've been together fer 14 years. We've had a wonderful life tagether."
He yawned.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 13, 2011 0:02:30 GMT
"But what am I going to do without you?" Jenna said, still crying.
She gave him a fierce look.
"Don't sleep!"
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