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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 17:54:59 GMT -5
She was sticking to her decision. "If you wouldn't act like one we wouldn't have to treat you like one. You need your meds. Damn it come on!" He hated yelling at people but he couldn't help it. She needed to go home and she knew it. He stood up and groaned, he looked over to Ian before looking back down to Buffy. "You know what happened last time. You need to get home. I don't like seeing you like this so just listen to me!" |
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 17:57:26 GMT -5
Buffy was getting really mad now. She finally just stood up. Taking her arms from around her waist. Do I look like I have to go home now? I feel fine. I'll take my medication when I do go home. But, that won't be right now she said. She was telling the truth. The pain had left her. Her face showed no more pain in it. She fixed her clothes a bit.
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Post by rayne on Jul 15, 2009 18:08:54 GMT -5
Ian looked at Buffy, nervousness covering his face. The blonde coughed, covering his mouth with his sleeve. He'd probably caught a cold, because he wasn't feeling well earlier, either. He looked to the other guy, with a 'what'd we do now?' face. Muttering something to himself, he sat back down on a bar stool to rest.
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 18:28:16 GMT -5
Buffy sighed. She put her hand on the stool she had been sitting on before she stood up and fell to the floor. She breathed easier now. She wasn't gasping or wheezing at all. She looked to Chad and Ian. She hoped that they would realise that she was okay.
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Post by raven on Jul 15, 2009 19:09:07 GMT -5
He stood there quietly before looking away for a second. He caught a look to Ian who looked a little nervous. Chad released a sigh before returning to his seat and taking a drink of whiskey. "Fine. Do what you want." He wasn't going to fight her anymore. He looked over to Ian again, "Thanks for trying to help anyway." He gulped down the last of it and stared back at Buffy. He looked a little irritated at first but managed to give of a slight smile. "Well... Maybe I'll see ya Tuesday..." He pulled out some money for the whiskey, stood up, and started walking to the door. He waved off without turning back. "See you guys soon." With that he left the bar and walked home.
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 19:16:12 GMT -5
Buffy got her purse. She walked out of the bar and got into her truck. But, once started she got a way of pain again. She ignored it and started to back up. She then started driving home. But, had to pull over to the side because the pain was getting worse. She had made the pain go away with her anger. But, now it was back.
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Post by rayne on Jul 15, 2009 21:54:35 GMT -5
Ian had walked towards his shiny blue car, but saw Buffy pull over. "You alright? He called to her, slowly walking towards the girl's car. He, once again, ran his large hand through his blonde spiked fohawk, while letting out a huge long sigh.
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Post by booster on Jul 17, 2009 9:48:17 GMT -5
Buffy had fallen over onto the seats of her truck. She had both arms wrapped around her tightly. She had her eyes closed tightly. Hearing someone talking she groaned. No, I need someone to call an ambulance or something. I can't make it home she said painfully. She refused to sit back up to end up hurting even more.
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Post by rayne on Jul 17, 2009 11:42:12 GMT -5
"Oh no! CHAD!" Ian called back down the road. Looking back at Buffy, the blonde frowned. "We have to do something," he muttered, pushing his hand back through his hair. Should I call an ambulance? Ian honestly didn't have a clue what he was going to do. He waited for Chad to come back, but it didn't seem like he would.
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Post by booster on Jul 17, 2009 11:56:13 GMT -5
Buffy groaned and gripped her waist even more. She closed her eyes just wanting the pain to leave her. She felt her tears starting back up. She needed more than her medication. She needed to see a doctor and fast before anything got worse. She wished Chad hadn't left.
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Post by rayne on Jul 17, 2009 18:51:13 GMT -5
Without thinking, Ian flipped open his cellphone and called the doctor. He answered all the questions, and when he was finished, he looked at Buffy. "I called the doctor; we need to get you there fast," he told her.
Flipping off his blue jacket and walking to his car, he tried to wave Chad back over. No luck. Hearing Buffy's groans of pain made Ian flinch; he couldn't imagine being in that much pain.
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Post by booster on Jul 17, 2009 20:00:06 GMT -5
Buffy slowly sat up. But, opened her door a bit. She knew now she regretted drinking. She grabbed her purse. She was ready to get out of her truck and lock it. She shut it off and groaned again. She gripped her waist tighter. She felt bad for being out tonight just after the day she was already at a hospital.
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