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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 13, 2017 8:28:20 GMT 10
Christine sat up in what she supposed could be considered her bed within the... She didn't know where she was, other than a very clean and simply laid out room. Her brow creased as she looked around, this was not where she had gone to sleep the night before. She looked down at her hands, looking closely at the bindings to her fresher wounds, thing's she'd taken for granted and only treated herself to a point before carrying on with her lot
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Post by witch on Nov 13, 2017 20:58:10 GMT 10
"Well now, glad to see you're awake at last my dear. How are you feeling?" A voice sounded from the doorway, one belonging to one Dr Grace. She had been worried about the girl who lay before her for she reminded her of how her youngest son had been when she had first laid eyes on him.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 13, 2017 21:06:55 GMT 10
She turned towards the sound, seeing a beautiful looking woman standing there, wearing a long white coat. Noises came out of her mouth, similar to those Christine had heard before she'd gone to sleep, she assumed she was speaking to her but had no idea what she was saying
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Post by witch on Nov 13, 2017 21:20:08 GMT 10
"Can you understand me dear?" Grace asked moving further into the room seeing the confused look on the girls face but knowing it didn't always mean anything. "Can you speak to me?"
Emma's body shivered as she sat curled up in the darkend room, rats running over her feet drawn in by the fresh blood. She had tried to sleep, her body so worn from the last beating it had taken but the sounds and bites had woken her up. Each passing second coursed more and more fear to rise, for sooner or later he would return, hells fire burning in his eyes.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 13, 2017 21:23:41 GMT 10
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you are saying... I don't speak... What you are speaking," she said in French, brow creased slightly
The doctors around her tended to her still bleeding wounds, preparing shots as they appeared to be animal bites
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Post by witch on Nov 13, 2017 21:30:22 GMT 10
"Arh I understand. Well not fully" Grace laughed with a smile "But I know someone who might. I'll bring them in to meet you a little later." She then pointed to a tray full of food. "Would you like something to eat?"
Her eyes shot open as panic filled her young body, tears filling her eyes before they darted around the room having NO idea where she was or who these people were.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 13, 2017 21:37:51 GMT 10
She shook her head, gently pushing the tray away, smiling softly at the woman none the less. There was a knock at the door before another woman dressed in a long white coat stepped in, "Dr Trevelyan, the little girl with the bite marks has woken up, I think you better come see her."
The doctors tried to calm her, get her to relax so they could work
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Post by witch on Nov 13, 2017 21:42:10 GMT 10
"Alright, thank you I'll be there in a moment." She told the nurse before turning back to the little girl before her. "Why don't you get some rest for now. I'll be back to check on you later."
However, Emma wasn't one to relax. It was long ago that she had learnt to fear the touch of others, that it coursed nothing but pain. She was working herself up into such a state that her heart raced the sound of wich filling the room.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 13, 2017 21:48:49 GMT 10
"I can't understand a word your saying Miss..." She said, once again in French, starting to get slightly annoyed with this woman's seeming disregard for this fact.
Grace headed towards the other girls room, bumping into her youngest son. "Ah Christian, just who I was hoping to see... What are you doing here, dear?"
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Post by witch on Nov 13, 2017 21:53:51 GMT 10
"Nothing better to do." he stated hearing the noise coming out of the room that they stood close to. "Elliot's around here to, somewhere, you know the fan club. BUt what's going on, why are you glad to see me?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 13, 2017 21:57:09 GMT 10
"Oh him and girls..." She said, rolling her eyes with a small smile, "well, dear, one of my patients can't speak a word of English, or at least doesn't understand it. She speaks French only it would appear,"
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Post by witch on Nov 13, 2017 22:00:24 GMT 10
"And I can help with that how?" He questioned knowing that he spoke it but it not really something he liked. "You know MIa would be a better bet and she likes it, plus she's a girl."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 13, 2017 22:05:41 GMT 10
"Mia is not here though, dear, oh please Christian, she's a sweet little thing... Poor child has so many welts, scars and burns... I just need a little help so I know how to help her
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Post by witch on Nov 13, 2017 22:13:37 GMT 10
He sighed but nodded. "Fine, point me to her room, but don't expect much, you know I'm not that good with people." It was then that he heard something crash "You may want to get Elliot's help if that's a girl. HE seems to calm them down."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 13, 2017 22:17:29 GMT 10
"Thank you dear, she's just three rooms down to the right... I will... I'll see you later dear," she said rushing off.
Elliot made his way along the corridors, popping his head in on faces he recognised, his usual charming smile on his lips
Christine had slumped back into the pillows, looking around the room, brow still creased. The room seemed already spotless, what work could she possibly do to improve it
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