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Date Posted: Mon, Feb 13 2006, 7:21pm PST
Author: Quin
Subject: (He seemed to go from loosely sobbing to suddenly tense in a split second, his shoulders tightening and his breath stopping for a long moment. When his head came up, his eyes were shocked, as though perhaps he expected her to suddenly admit that she had been joking.. his boy had only been in a car accident.. it couldn't be as bad as she made it sound. The expression on her face when her eyes closed had his breath coming out on a choked sob, and his knees suddenly felt very weak.) Is he... will he..? (He was asking her just how bad it was, not for the specifics, but for the general prognosis.. he needed some hope to cling to because he was slipping swiftly into a dispair that would land him in a hospital bed beside his son.)
In reply to: Kate 's message, "
We're making up
"
on Sun, Feb 12 2006, 10:35pm PST


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  • She let out a shaky breath, pulling back from him as she ran her hand down her face, trying to keep control of her emotions and gain control and some grip on herself. "They don't know..he was in surgery last time I talked to anyone." She stated with a shaky breath, her brow furrowed as she looked up at her husband. Now that she knew that he had gotten into the fight with their son she knew he had to be feeling horrible. Her eyes moved over to Karlie, crying on the bench, as she let out a soft breath, her brow furrowed. "She can't talk to a doctor, I got sick from hearing the details, she won't be able to handle it." (NT) -- Kate, Mon, Feb 13 2006, 7:49pm PST

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