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Post by 「Silver 希望 on Aug 7, 2011 22:01:49 GMT -5
Fakyr Sokkerma
Fakyr watched as Kyth twitched, grunted, and gained a troubled look. Her face was becomming paler and paler. He frowned, something quite rare fo him. "Sweetheart, you okay?" In response, the Silver-Haired woman lurched to the side and began vomiting. Immediately, Fakyr stood from his wheeling stool and leaned over her just slightly. If it was one thing that he hated more than a patient dying, was one throwing up. He began to, gently, rub her bqck, just as a nurse came by.
"Oh, good!" He exclaimed, looking over his slender shoulder. "Miss, would you mind getting me a Janitor? Madame Kyth seems to have been poisoned by a Cauldwyn. We'll need a clean room immediately!" As the nurse nodded, he let out a small smile, "Thank you!"
He turned back to Kyth, frown once again apparent on his handsom face. "Sweetheart? You feeling any better?" He asked as hes thumb rubbed gentle circles around her mid-back.
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Post by [ D E J A • vu ] on Aug 7, 2011 22:31:29 GMT -5
Kyth
Everything seemed like a blur for a moment. Her head swam, her breaths quickened. She heard the doctor talking to someone, but she couldn't focus. The affects of the poison were kicking in. "You feel any better?" He asked her, and she shook her head weakly. Her body swayed slowly as she gripped her stomach. Two seconds later, her eyes shut and she tumbled off the bed, unconcious.
ooc;; XD sudden and crappy~
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