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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on Jul 3, 2012 20:57:27 GMT -5
If he get's better Annabeth thought on the way out but wasn't so insensitive that she would say that out loud.
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Post by ~Amber~ on Jul 3, 2012 20:58:14 GMT -5
he sighed
"he better get better."
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on Jul 3, 2012 21:03:27 GMT -5
Later she stopped by the hospital where Alice had just come out, being one of Alex's surgeons. Annabeth was wearing a kimono now.
"How'd it go?" Annabeth asked her.
"He;ll have to stay here for about two weeks in intensive care and be rehabilitated, he may or may not be able to walk again, that all depends on his willpower but he's going to be okay physically. Mentally, that will take time. He can have visitors in another hour or so." She said
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Post by ~Amber~ on Jul 3, 2012 21:04:59 GMT -5
Will was there waiting
still not feeling to good from before and I'm very tired I think it's bed time
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on Jul 3, 2012 21:06:30 GMT -5
ok
The two continued to talk a little longer before Annabeth decided to leave
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Post by ~Amber~ on Jul 3, 2012 21:09:11 GMT -5
he jsut sat there with a sigh
night
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on Jul 3, 2012 21:10:06 GMT -5
"Visiting hours are open. he's not awake though." Alice said to him as Annabeth went through the waiting room
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Post by ~Amber~ on Jul 4, 2012 8:30:46 GMT -5
will sighed and walked in there
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on Jul 4, 2012 11:59:11 GMT -5
Alice went back to working and Annabeth headed home to sleep
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Post by ~Amber~ on Jul 4, 2012 22:56:12 GMT -5
he sat down and watched him
"you really are an idiot."
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on Jul 4, 2012 23:33:40 GMT -5
Annabeth was sleeping like the dead, literally, when Alice came home. She was sleeping sprawled out on the couch and for a second Alice thought she had no pulse but she found that it was simply very slow, probably from the large amounts of caffeine and sugar giving her a big crash.
"What an idiot you are." Alice muttered and went to the station with their notes on other random cases they had worked on at the side before they moved in.
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Post by ~Amber~ on Jul 5, 2012 11:26:38 GMT -5
he'd gone home and he just laid on his bed trying to think, what would cause someone to be like that
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on Jul 5, 2012 14:54:31 GMT -5
(who? to be like what?)
The next day Annabeth stood on the roof with a table out looking like a chemistry project with beakers and burners and so on (it's a flat roof)
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Post by ~Amber~ on Jul 5, 2012 22:43:00 GMT -5
(a murder)
there was barking on the ground and hissing also, Will's dog had gotten out
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Post by ***Stormchaser*** on Jul 5, 2012 23:05:50 GMT -5
Annabeth heard the dog outside and a cat hissing. She looked down to see a dog messing with Fat Boy, she didn't even know that he had gotten out.
"Damn." She muttered jumping from the roof and sliding down the drain picking up the black and white fat cat who was scratching her in an attempt to get at the dog.
"Stop it you stupid cat!" Annabeth said holding the cat away from the dog
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