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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 21, 2009 17:11:57 GMT
*steps into the room, placing the flowers on the table near the door then going up to others*
*looks down at Miles and frowns*
He looks so peaceful. A change to his constant expression of sadness and pain. He hardly ever smiled anymore, you know.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 17:14:53 GMT
*the mediwitch shakes her head and replies...*
"I'm not sure miss. I just came on duty. Give me a minute to look over his records."
*she smiles at the new guest then picks up the clipboard at the end of his bed, reading through the Mediwizard's notes*
*nods at the girl then looks at Morgana with saddened eyes*
I know...
*turns back to Miles and takes his hand in hers, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him*
He'll make it through this. His body is strong. Though I can't say the same about his will to live...
*sighs, stroking his fingers gently*
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 21, 2009 17:22:26 GMT
*pulls up a chair and sits, wanting to be closer to Miles but feeling like its not her place; she's only a friend after all*
*looks up at Silvery, her expression suddenly very serious and her fingers drumming on the armrests of her chair*
Can I ask you something personal? It's regarding Miles.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 17:30:24 GMT
*nods at Morgana uncomfortably, having a feeling about where this conversation is about to go*
*the mediwitch places the records back in their place and turns back to them*
"No miss. There's been no formal brain scan but he did receive one blood replenishing treatment. The healer wants to make sure that his heart rate reaches a more normal pace before performing any further tests or treatments as they could be more detrimental than helpful at this point. Sorry. I er...will leave you alone with him for a few minutes. I have to go see when the Healer is due to perform another check on him. Please excuse me."
*she nods at both the girls then leaves the room*
*sighs at the prognosis then turns back to Morgana, nervously awaiting her question*
What is it?
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 21, 2009 17:37:47 GMT
*wastes no time and immediately asks*
What's going to happen if Miles does make it through this? It's obvious why he's done this. And if nothing changes he's only going to do it again. We may even find him upset that it didn't work this time. He's a very obsessed and depressed man, Silvery. He'll only do it again. And next time he may make sure there's no way of making it through...If you know what I mean.
*it hurts to even think the words but she feels they need to be said, for Miles' sake*
To be brutally honest, I don't think you're good enough for him. You've been playing with his emotions for too long. But you're the only person that can make him happy. So I ask you again...what are you going to do about it?
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 17:50:15 GMT
*feels a stabbing pain in her chest at hearing her words; she's right of course, but it doesn't make things any easier for her*
*looks down defeatedly at Miles' hand, trying to come up with an answer to a question that has been haunting her for a really long time now, the question that has kept her heart broken in two since Miles came back into her life*
I...I really don't know, Morgana. You must think me a heartless wretch. But it's not like that. It's so very complicated that I couldn't even begin to explain it.
*sighs deeply, her eyes starting to water*
What it really comes down to is that I love two people, and I don't know how to choose. My heart won't let me.
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 21, 2009 18:07:23 GMT
*rolls her eyes, not buying any of her romantic nonsense*
Your heart won't let you?
*scoffs*
Please! You're just scared. You're scared that you will let one go and then the other won't want you after all. You feel safe where you are. Living up in your white castle with two men bowing down to your every wish.
You're being selfish and unfair to both of them.
*sighs*
You and I both know that you need Miles as much as he needs you. So what's so hard about that?
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 18:18:07 GMT
*narrows her tear-filled eyes at her, feeling like she's gone too far*
Duly noted Morgana.
*leans back against Miles' pillows, turning on her side and resting an arm over his chest*
I know what I have to do...
*closes her eyes, hoping Morgana will understand that she doesn't want to talk about this anymore*
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 21, 2009 18:29:33 GMT
*shakes her head with anger and abruptly stands up, fed up with her stubbornness*
Fine Silvery! Continue to drown in your misery while you bring Miles down along with you.
I'll come back later when I've cooled down some and you've had some time to think on all this.
*leaves, letting the door shut loudly behind her*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 18:32:02 GMT
*sighs with relief at her being gone, thinking to herself that she'd be more than fine with never seeing her again*
*rests her head on Miles' shoulder, one solitary tear rolling down her cheek as presses her hand to his heart*
*closes her eyes again in deep concentration, though a bit worried that she may be losing her touch as it didn't seem to help last time, and feels the warm energy of her healing slowly transferring to him*
*thinks about how much she loves him and wants him to wake up, hoping it will be what she needs to make a difference*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 19:11:10 GMT
*change in his breathing pattern, becomes more defined, his chest rising and falling slightly*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 19:20:10 GMT
*feels his chest rise slightly higher than before and eyes pop wide open*
*holds herself up on her elbow and leans her head to his mouth, listening and feeling for breath*
Can it be?
*checks his pulse and smiles excitedly*
It's working! Oh Miles, please wake up.
*hand returns to his heart, healing with more confidence now that she's seen it's helping*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 19:29:05 GMT
*breathing becomes more steady now as the warmth penetrates his chest, wavering between consciousness and unconsciousness now - the consciousness showing a bright light, but darkening again as he slips back again into a dark nothing as he wavers*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 19:53:30 GMT
*whispers in his ear, her hands remaining in place*
Miles. It's me, Silvery. If you can hear me I want you to know that I'm here for you. I will do my best but you have to fight this. You have to will your heart to get stronger. Please Miles, break out of this coma.
*closes her eyes again, now feeling somewhat weak from over-exertion but not slowing the steady transfer of energy*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 20:09:38 GMT
*slowly the white light morphs into the room's light and clutches at the hand on his chest, his head spinning round furiously, though strangely something is telling him not panic as he regains conciousness fully, though the confusion hits him like a ton of bricks - where was he, and why...*
*tries to open his eyes, suddenly feels very sick as shapes and light merge together*
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