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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 26, 2008 22:32:37 GMT -5
Trey just shook his head.
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Post by Race on Mar 5, 2008 19:55:44 GMT -5
Race stared at Trey then attempted to go over to the nurse again but Jack grabbed him by the suspenders.
"Don' do it again," Jack said, "She might kill you."
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 6, 2008 17:42:20 GMT -5
Trey smiled, his dimples showing.
Spot was tired. He leaned against Max, yawning and closing his eyes.
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Post by Race on Mar 6, 2008 17:57:27 GMT -5
Max smirked looking at his brother,the looked up seeing the doctor come back in.
"Everything's set." he said, "We just gotta get him to sleep." he laughed, "Which apparently isn't going to take long."
Race pouted,then sat back down.
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 6, 2008 18:01:14 GMT -5
Spot crawled into a bed and closed his eyes, falling asleep in seconds.
Trey sat down beside Race, looking at his nails.
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Post by Race on Mar 6, 2008 18:05:07 GMT -5
Max helped them pick him up. They'd set up an operating room in one of the private bedrooms So they wouldn't have to move Spot that much.
Race leaned back and fell off the bunk.
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 6, 2008 18:12:05 GMT -5
Trey smirked. He reached out a hand to help his new friend up.
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Post by Race on Mar 6, 2008 18:30:36 GMT -5
Race pulled himself up, "Thank you." he said,grinning.
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 6, 2008 18:43:33 GMT -5
Trey smiled. "No problem." he said. He liked Race...this was the most he'd ever talked since he'd moved into the lodging house.
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Post by Race on Mar 12, 2008 19:37:42 GMT -5
"Wow,ya smile." Race joked,laughing, he grinned back.
Jack had went back into cowboy mode while they had Spot in the back room.
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 13, 2008 16:13:28 GMT -5
Trey laughed. "Yeah, it happens."
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Post by Race on Mar 13, 2008 19:51:07 GMT -5
Race smirked, "ya ain' too bad 'a guy Trey." he said.
Max was a little worried about Spot, he paced outside of the door where they were operating on Spot.
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 13, 2008 20:24:59 GMT -5
"Not so bad yaself, Higgins." Trey said, smirking.
Spot was out like a light. He was having a nightmare about the doctor taking out his tonsils and messing up and just as he was about to die, he awoke breathing fast and trying to scream, but was unable to because he was really hoarse. "Max?! Did I DIE?! Am I in Heaven?! WHERE ARE YOU!?" he said hoarsely. It made his throat hurt, but he wanted Max with him. They had finished the surgery, and left Spot alone in the room to sleep. He thought he was dead when he saw no one around and the pain medicine he'd been given was making him hallucinate so that he was seeing clouds...
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Post by Race on Mar 15, 2008 17:57:59 GMT -5
Max pushed through the door, "Ya ain't dyin'!" he said, "Your fine,now quit talkin' ya gotta rest ya throat." Just then they came in with an uber bowl of ice cream and gave it to Spot.They had brought a big thing of it so they could refill the bowl.
Racetrack laughed,then saw the big thing of ice cream, "Ya thinkin' what I's thinkin'?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 15, 2008 18:16:08 GMT -5
Spot's eyes got wide. He'd never seen so much ice cream in his life. He dug into the bowl. After taking his first bite he turned to Max. "You sure I ain' in Heaven?"
Trey had a blank expression on his face. "Uh...I dunno, what are ya thinkin'?"
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