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Post by Ridge on Nov 21, 2015 2:04:24 GMT
At her laugh, he looked back at her. "You!"
"We both are. And, you're out of a mess you wanted out of."
Charlie tilted his head down. "I don't think it's completely registered. "
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Post by Dresden on Nov 21, 2015 6:13:04 GMT
"I don't think it's completely registered. "
Tae nods, laying her head on his shoulder. "Major changes rarely do," she murmurs, eyes drifting closed.
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Post by Ridge on Nov 21, 2015 6:39:48 GMT
"Major changes rarely do,"
"Tae? Hey, don't fall asleep. I need a navigator." He turns onto his street regardless of what was said.
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Post by Dresden on Nov 21, 2015 6:59:12 GMT
"Tae? Hey, don't fall asleep. I need a navigator."
"I'm not asleep," she responds, smiling against his back. "Besides, your feet seem to know the way home fairly well."
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Post by Ridge on Nov 21, 2015 7:05:21 GMT
"I'm not asleep, "Besides, your feet seem to know the way home fairly well."
"Just checking up on the patient. " Charlie chuckled as he walked to his house. "Years of learning and that is beside the point. "
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Post by Dresden on Nov 21, 2015 7:16:57 GMT
"Just checking up on the patient. Years of learning and that is beside the point. "
Another quiet laugh shakes her shoulders. "This patient has had worse beatings. Though I admit, my thigh is throbbing."
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Post by Ridge on Nov 21, 2015 7:23:17 GMT
"This patient has had worse beatings. Though I admit, my thigh is throbbing."
Charlie grows silent a minute as they reach the house. He stands outside a few minutes, listening. Sure that there wasn't anyone in there besides Garcia he walks in. Carrying her to his bedroom, he sits her on the bed. "Would it be weird if I told you I think I had a dream about you?"
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Post by Dresden on Nov 21, 2015 7:34:04 GMT
"Would it be weird if I told you I think I had a dream about you?"
She hisses lightly as her leg moves and she shifts herself when she's sat down, hand holding the wound where her makeshift bandage was tied. "Not really, no."
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Post by Ridge on Nov 21, 2015 14:46:51 GMT
"Not really, no."
Charlie immediately went to his dresser and got the first aid kit out. "Well not you exactly, but I heard your laugh once. " Walking back to the bed he sat beside her. "Lay back and place your leg over mine. "
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Post by Dresden on Nov 21, 2015 19:24:31 GMT
"Well not you exactly, but I heard your laugh once. Lay back and place your leg over mine. "
She does as she's instructed, propping herself up on her elbows and lays her leg over his. "You dreamt about my laugh?" A smile was in her voice. "How interesting."
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Post by Ridge on Nov 21, 2015 23:35:36 GMT
"You dreamt about my laugh?" How interesting."
"I know it sounds ridiculous. " He replied with a smile. Gentle hands removed the makeshift bandage around her leg. Remembering something he glanced her way. "Now shall we cut them or just remove them?"
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Post by Dresden on Nov 22, 2015 4:29:22 GMT
"I know it sounds ridiculous. Now shall we cut them or just remove them?"
"It's not ridiculous," she replies, then falls silent at his next question. After a moment, though she sighs. "I have an extra pair in my pack."
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Post by Ridge on Nov 22, 2015 4:43:45 GMT
"I have an extra pair in my pack."
Charlie gave a light shrug. "Can't blame you for being shy. " Reaching over he removes a pair of surgical scissors and works on cutting the jeans above the wound. Once the fabric was severed, he tossed it aside before feeling her leg a moment.
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Post by Dresden on Nov 22, 2015 4:49:43 GMT
"Can't blame you for being shy. "
"It's not that," she responds, watching him work with deft hands, wincing when his hands brush the wound. "By no means."
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Post by Ridge on Nov 22, 2015 4:57:53 GMT
"It's not that, By no means."
"Something you don't want me to see. " murmurs quietly before pulling his hand back. "I'm going to get the bullet. This might hurt a little."
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