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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 31, 2008 0:24:48 GMT -5
Garion accepted the Powerbar with enthusiasm. "Thanks!" He said, unwrapping the protien and calorie mixture. He stuffed it in his mouth, body needing feul and energy.
"Sorry... about this. Really. But I need to save my energy right now. I'll tell you aout it later. I'm REALLY sorry."
And with that, Garion sat still, waiting to be carried, apology in his eyes.
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Post by morg on Dec 31, 2008 10:13:55 GMT -5
Once she had Garion, Morgan just started moving at a fairly good pace. Just short of running, really.
"Look, it's okay," she said. "These things happen. Especially when you fling shoes at people with your mind."
She smiled, but didn't turn. Instead she kept going toward the Academy, yelling for people to get out of the way. Quite a few people jerked just in time, then stopped to stare at them. After all, you don't often see a sixteen year old girl carrying a nine year old through a school.
"The rumors are gonna fly," muttered Morgan, chuckling as she sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. "MOVE IT!"
More people parted, and the Almasian burst into the school. She paused for a second, catching her breath and remembering the correct direction. Then she started again, ignoring the burning that had started in her legs.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 31, 2008 12:07:46 GMT -5
Garion could only blink lazily in answer, afraid even to take frequent breaths. He felt very akward, here in Morgan's arms, and couldn't even imagine how wierd this must be for Morgan. Garion hoped this didn't ruin thier newly formed friendship.
Garion unwillingly laughed at how normal Morgan made 'these things' sound. It was almost as if one couldn't walk down the hall without flinging a shoe at someone with thier mind.
Garion concentrated on the thudding Garion could feel when Morgan put down her foot, the odd rythem that soothed him. He tried to feel when Morgan stepped on a stray pebble, or on someone's foot.
But not once did she slow down, and that made Garion smile.
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Post by morg on Dec 31, 2008 23:15:09 GMT -5
"You're heavy for a little kid!" called Morgan. She shifted Garion and continued moving, thankful for all those workouts. Of course, the irony of being a "Cavan" and saving someone wasn't lost on her. Oh well, no one claimed that Almasians couldn't be brave and whatnot.
Finally Morgan made it to the infirmary, kicking the door in. It didn't take long for the handful of people working there to recognize an emergency, and the head nurse immediately started barking orders. Soon a bed was ready, and Garion was placed upon it.
Morgan moved out of the way, trying to remain in sight as the various healers went to work on Garion. Someone pulled her aside, getting her view on what happened.
Once that was done, Morgan just hopped onto a nearby bed, staying within sight of Garion. She shot him an apologetic look as the nurses bustled over him, especially when they started cooing about how cute he was. They hadn't seen him psychically fling a shoe at someone.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 3, 2009 14:41:18 GMT -5
The nurses barely even took note of how young he was, other than noting that he was quite fragile. They kick started with questions in a businesslike but caring tone that no other nine-year-old would receive otherwise.
Garion told the nurses what he did and summed up his theory in the least amount of words possible, and he was right for the most part.
"However, I don't think that you'll do anything so drastic as die. Maybe fall into a short comatose state, but dying would be an extreme condition in a worst case scenario."
Garion nodded, relieved. The nurses put him on a strict rest condition, and left to fetch him a drink, leaving Morgan all but forgotten. Garion turned his head and weakly smiled at Morgan.
Damn it! Why do I always have to be rescued? Am I doomed to be treated like a nine year old with no evidence on the contrary?
Garion immediately scolded himself. It was time to snap out of his private little pity party and grow up.
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Post by morg on Jan 9, 2009 21:28:24 GMT -5
"God, I hate this place," murmured Morgan, looking around. Just being here reminded her of altogether unpleasant memories. Her hand went to her shin, rubbing it slightly. The scar would probably still be there. Morgan didn't look all that often: there were some things you didn't want to know about. Didn't want to be reminded of.
"Sounds like you're going to do okay," offered Morgan. She waved a hand, smiling reassuringly at Garion. "Assuming you don't go flinging bed pans about."
The nurses frowned at Morgan, but none of them dared bother her. Most of them probably remembered her. For one thing, the athlete was in here often enough. For another, they all remembered the incident.
"You going to be alright without me?" asked Morgan, focusing back on Garion. "This place gives me the creeps..."
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 10, 2009 9:26:15 GMT -5
Garion smiled at Morgan.
"Yeah... thanks for saving my butt out there... I'm just going to be sleeping. Maybe I'll see you... around..."
And then, Garion fell asleep to dream about riding on a flying shoe that was on fire over an ocean of Gatorade.
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