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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 29, 2010 15:51:10 GMT -5
Anna had nodded taking a look at Emily. "Alright, that's a good idea, just hold on a bit, Emi. We'll get ya to safety. Then we can all get some supplies to treat the wounds," she began, standing up straight to look around for a bit. She scratched her head, lost in thought for a moment.
"Mama...I'm still hungry..." the little girl said lowly, tugging on Anna's shirt. Anna looked down at her little girl and knelt down, ruffling her hair. "Alright, we'll find some food supplies and hopefully some ammo...We'll get you something," she reassured her and the others.
Richard had been checking around the home, looking through the bathrooms for anything to stip the pain he was going through. He winced and swore, pulling things out of the cabinet and checking for medicine. They'd all need it.
Suddenly after what seemed like countless minutes, a rattling noise could be heard behind him. Swircing around, he quickly held his hands out, catching a bottle of pain killers. He looked down at the bottle, dumbfoundedly and then up at Anna who was turning around to leave the room.
"Anna," he tried.
She took a quick glance at him and smiled a little before wandering off to join the others with a hand full of pills for the others. As she went to descend the stairs, she'd heard some shuffling coming from one of the bedrooms. She frowned, narrowing her eyes and reaching for her gun.
Back down stairs, Emily had beeing sitting up on the couch, Lucy was sitting beside her and looking at Emily's wound, her eyes wide with fear. Arc and the pilot were discussing their route options when gunshots had gone off from upstairs. Emily quickly glanced up, as did Arc and the pilot.
Then a voice of reassurance.
"It was just a roamin' zombie! Don't worry!"
Emily relaxed a little, shifting around a little in her seat. She was glad she wasn't infected, but you never know what can be picked up with open wounds. She took another look at Arc's bloody arm and could see some of the bite. It was dark purple and seemed to have what looked like small boils around it.
She raised an eyebrow. "Hey Arc, how's your arm holding up? It's been a few hours and, well, ya know," she began, nervously.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Jan 30, 2010 5:05:14 GMT -5
"Im sure the GPS will give us a good clue as to the land around here, one of this guys can point us to the hospital from the sky no problem..." Arc grinned as the pilot reassured that the idea was golden, and that he was going to the chopper to get ready for the departure. Before the guy could leave the house, Arc spoke out to him once more "Thanks a lot for doing this, buddy. Im sure I can find some way to repay you after all of this blows over..." There was a small pause, but then the pilot turned to answer. "Dont worry about it, Griff. The company is all I can ask for." Not long after the pilot returned to the chopper, the gunshot could be heard coming from upstairs. Arcs gun drew toward the stairs as quickly as he heard more gunshots, but when Anna confirmed it was nothing, he lowered his gun, and went back to the living room. Throwing the AA12 around his back hands free, he sat down in the chair across from Emily. As she spoke to him, question his arm, Arc shook his head nearly ignoring the question. "Sh*t happens, chica. But right now, were getting you some medical attention, your the top priority."
Arc ripped away the bandages from the rest of his arm, exposing the raw skin. Apparently, Anna had noticed, because a towel landed onto his lap not a minute later. He looked up, giving her a faint smile, hoping to avoid questions by her about his arm. It was already giving him enough trouble just waiting for the enevitble. But what if it never happened? What would that mean for the answers? It would just raise more questions as to why he wasnt changing. But maybe it was one of those times where hed rather not know why, and just go alone like nothing happened. But something was different, he could feel it. And Arc was getting the impression that the girls could notice it too. Looking at his arm again, he spoke to himself softly. "Lucky me..."
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 30, 2010 15:42:30 GMT -5
Emily had sat back, watching Arc examine his injury. She cringed when a little clotted blood had rolled off his flesh. Atleast the bleeding was near stopped. Still though, she was pretty worried about her friend. Meanwhile, Anna had been sitting by her, wrapping some torn up sheets around Emily's wounded leg.
She'd been eyeing Arc's arm too. It didn't seem right to have been clotting. That had to have meant that he's had it for awhile, but if it was an infected's bite he should have already turned. Anna frowned and sighed frustratedly. When she tried to look away, Richard's face had appeared near hers.
"Gah! D-Don't sneak up on me like that!" she yelled, leavin Emily's attention darting at them and stifling a chuckle. Richard had crouched down next to the sofa, looking sternly at Arc's arm as well.
"He's not turning," he said. Anna raised an eyebrow and glanced back at Arc who was holding a conversation with the pilot. She frowned.
"Yeah, I noticed...hey Richard? Remember the first time we saw someone turn into a zombie?" she asked, referring back to Raccoon City in 1998.
Richard groaned. "Yeah, how could I forget."
Anna thought up momentarily. "Well, it took that cop precisely ten hours to turn. But he had symptoms, remember? Dry mouth, constantly scratching, pieces of flesh falling off...throwing up. He even went immobile for awhile. I guess we can keep a look out for those in Arc. He is my buddy."
Richard scratched at his chest. "Yeah, I guess."
Little Lucy had been looking out the window of the home, watching stray dogs shuffle about in the roads. Her eyes had followed them, seeing as how they seemed to have been going one way together.
"Mama....?" she began.
Anna hadn't heard her, she was busy trying to confirm some plans with the others. Lucy frowned as she watched the group of zombies tearing through another defenseless animal. Her mouth had opened widely as she watched in horror.
What terrified her the most was one of them that had been feeding, picked it's head up and sniffed the air. Once it caught live scent, it howled and the pack began darting toward the home.
"MAMA!" she yelled, pointing out the window.
Anna quickly shot up, her, Richard and Arc running over to the window to see what she was yelling about.
"f**k, not these mutts again," Richard sighed.
"Those things are a pain in the ass...Lucy, c'mon, you and Emily go upstairs. Now."
Lucy did as she was told, grabbing Emily's hand. "C'mon Emi! We gotta hide!"
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 1, 2010 1:54:17 GMT -5
"You two as well, go. I got this..." Arc had a very brave tone to his voice, he was ready to put misery into these infected canines. But was it really bravery, or was it the fear of not dying that drove him forward, thats what he though. But without thinking, Arc ran out of the house, drilling bursts of shotgun shells with his AA12 onto the four legged freaks. The other four were down and out, but the last one jumped at him unexpectidly. Dropping the AA12 to his side, he was kicked back to the ground, with the dog on top of him.
Using his right knee, Arc tilted it onto the side, and then grabbed its lower jaw with one hand, and its upper jaw with his other hand, ripping its face apart. The dogs teeth couldnt go through his tough leather gloves, and fell to the ground, unable to even make a yelp or a cry. As he got back to his feet, Arc stepped on the dogs neck, breaking it instantly. Without even stopped, he drew back up his AA12 and fired at the two undead that neared him from behind, blasting both of them to shreds with three shells.
As Arc ended the quick battle, he collapsed onto the ground, his vision turn red once again. But this time, it was blinding my to everything around, sweat pouring across his face and chest. His wound was stinging horribly, as the moisture seeped onto his arm. Breathing heavily on the ground, Arc was unaware of the three other hounds leaping out from the cover not fifteen yards away from him.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 1, 2010 5:58:47 GMT -5
As the dogs neared the fallen man, shots had rung off in the air, the dogs whining and jerking aside as they were riddled with bullet holes. It wasn't hard seeing as how one of the people shooting was as good as any marksman after all of her experience. The other person wasn't as great a shot, but managed pretty well.
Anna had lowered her aim, barrel smoking before she groaned and ran up to her fallen ally, kneeling down as Richard kept an eye out.
"Is he dead?" Richard asked, raising an eyebrow. Anna looked Arc over. He was conscious but barely. "Yeah, but I think that bite's wearing him down. Help me get him into the house," she asked of the other man. Richard sighed and grasped Arc's legs as Anna held under his arms.
"He's just gonna turn on us. Why are we even bothering?" Richard asked. He hated to sound so bastardish but he didn't wanna see anyone turn ever again. Anna understood Richard's intentions quite well so she ahdn't really gotten upset.
"Because if it was one of us, he'd do the same. He's one of those guys who's gotta have a heart of gold. Unlike you."
"Hey!"
"Hahaha!"
As the two made it toward the house, Lucy had been frowning and hiding behind the couch while Pilot helped them lay Arc on the couch. Richard grasped onto his shoulder, rolling it around in his socket before glancing over at Anna again.
"Well now what?"
Anna frowned and thought for a moment. "I'd say we head off, but uh, if he turns and we're up in the air...yeah, that's not safe. We're gonna have to wait around to see if he's okay."
Richard smirked a bit. "Huh, good thinking," he told her, holding onto her shoulder momentarily and giving it a gentle squeeze. Anna smiled up at him before scratching her cheek a bit. "Er, anyway, um, Emily, we're going to he--- Emily? Where'd she go...?" she asked aloud.
Lucy had sniffled a little, rubbing her eyes and pointing towards the staircase. "She went upstairs. She said she had to throw up."
Anna had raised a brow and trekked her way upstairs, gesturing for the others to stay put. When she made it to the top floor, she peeked into the bedrooms, but no dice. "Emily?" she called.
There was no reply. Walking further upstairs, Anna had heard a loud noise, as if things were toppling over in the bathroom. Briskly walking over, she pushed open the door to find Emily knelt over in the bath tub, trembling violently.
"Emily...?" Anna breathed, her heart clammoring against her chest, this sudden fear washing over the officer. The woman in the tub had spun around, her eyes lifeless and glazed over as her face had developed open sores, pieces of flesh crusting and falling off.
Anna's eyes widened. "EMILY!"
Back downstairs Richard had heard his friend's cries. He quickly stumbled up the stairs when multiple gunshots had echoed throughout the quiet home. It was almost as if this deaphening silence had slowed time down as Richard slid to a halt at the bathroom, Emily's corpse lying in the tub soaking in it's fresh blood.
He quickly looked abck at Anna who'd been holding her aim at the body, slowly lowering her weapon and sinking to her knees. "Emily...Emi..." she muttered, tears finding their way down her face. Richard clenched his fists and frowned, making his way to her, holding her shoulders.
"Come on, there's nothing you can do..."
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 1, 2010 21:58:40 GMT -5
Arc couldnt talk, only listen to Richard and Anna talk while he lay on the couch. All he could remember was killing the oncoming undead, after that was a blur. Anna had talked about why they would shoot Arc, and it made him greatful that she thought about him. But if he really did turn, it would out them all at risk. He lay on the couch, just thinking of everythings that happened, wondering what it would be like if he did just off himself. Being in a group had kept them alive this long, it would be a waste just to throw it all away. Everyone knows how their day is going to start, but they dont know how its going to end.
As soon as the gunshots rang through the house, Arc opened his eyes and jumped from the couch. He reached for his AA12, but it wasnt strapped onto him. He was grabbed from behind, unable to figure out who it was. Arc struggled violently, nearly knocking them to the ground, but he was thrown to the floor. Rolling over, he looked up with a reddened vision, seeing Richard holding a gun toward Arc head. The man could tell something was up with him, but all Arc could do was stare into his eyes.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 1, 2010 23:09:19 GMT -5
Anna frowned and grabbed Richard's hands, trying to force him to lower the gun. "Richard, stop it! He's not a zombie yet!" she cried out, wiping tears from her eyes. Richard kept his eyes sternly on Arc, his finger gently squeezing the trigger. He wasn't gonna let himself or Anna, or even that poor little girl see this again. No way in hell.
Anna had her arms around her daughter when she walked over to Arc and tried to get him to sit down. "Relax, we're going to have to go to the hospital and find something for you. So just sit back, alright?" she told him, looking back at the pilot.
"You can use a gun right? Here," she began, handing her spare to him with a box of ammo. "I want you and Richard to stay here with my daughter and Arc. I'm going to the hospital about an hour away from here. I'll be back within 2 to 2 1/2 hours."
Richard was ready to argue when Anna had turned around again. "I'm going to be fine. I've survived on my own for a long time now, I'm sure I'll be just fine makin a run to the hospital. Stay here...please...for Lucy..."
Richard muttered several explicitive before reluctantly agreeing. Anna looked back at Lucy and knelt down. "Mama's gonna be back soon, I swear I won't leave you for so long ever again, okay?"
Lucy hugged onto her mother, sobbing. "Please don't leave again, mommy. Please!"
Anna frowned and kissed the top of her head. "It's alright, Richard'll be here. You can help them watch over Arc while I'm gone. Okay? I'm gonna come right back for you all, I promise," with that said, Anna made her way to the door but not before saying, "Arc, don't f**kin die on me now. I've lost way too many friends and family for you to just die on me."
Richard grunted and seated himself, waving at Anna. "Be careful...Anna..."
The woman smiled. "I will. Seeya in a few."
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 2, 2010 4:50:54 GMT -5
Arc watched the pilot take the gun from Anna, he only wished that he was able to speak for himself. His head was just messing him up, and he was overheating. There was no vomiting, he didnt feel sick at all. He felt tired, yet restless at the same time. If he didnt close his eyes, we could just lay there, listening to the room around him. Arc got to his feet, and looked at Richard after Anna left, the man looked like he was ready to just pull the trigger. He could see this in his eyes, without a single hesitation, kill him in a heartbeat.
"Shes... Really dead, isnt she?" He was obviously refering to Emily. Arc seen the signs of infection, but knew she was strong. However, she wasnt just hiding somewheres through this, and nobody sleeps with the sound of gunfire going off in a household. Anna was the one that had to deal with her, and this made him even more uncomfourtable. Why? Because Emily was family, and she could just pull the trigger like that. But when it came to Arc, she knew very well that he was going to change at some time or another, but she was comfourtable with waiting until the last second.
Arc wished things could have turned out differently, that things were better, and that death took you to a better place. It seemed that everything was a lie, especially his own life. The people around him, everyone who had encountered him was dead. And it was just a matter of time before more peoples lives end because of his mistakes. Arc wanted to leave that moment, he wanted to fly as far away from Anna as he possibly could, it might save her the trouble of dealing with him. But then all of her efforts until this point would have been for nothing. So for now, he had to make things last, and ensure he didnt burdon anyone else.
The pilot wanted to stay with Arc, but he decided to watch the front of the house from the chopper. He wanted to get away from it all, he didnt even know these people. Arc lay back on the couch, closing his eyes, but still holding conversation. "I dont know what youve expirenced in the last 14 years, im sure each and every one of us have out own stories. You dont like me, you dont want me around any longer. Im a risk to your, Anna, and the little one. You think I dont know this? Im fighting the sickness on the inside, and im not going to let it control me. If anyone is going to kill me, its going to be my .45 bullet. Just so were clear..."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 2, 2010 6:16:30 GMT -5
Richard scoffed and folded his arms, sitting back in his chair and crossing a leg over his other. "It's not that I don't like you, it's just that I don't want to see you suffer. I don't wanna go through that s*** again, watching helplessly as people I tried to keep alive, just died...and then came back to bite me in the ass. Literally," he began, with a sense of disdain in his voice.
"To make things clear, I don't want Anna to see that s*** again, either. She just had to kill the only other family she had left. That woman is just about broken beyond repair and I can't bear to sit back and watch her fall to pieces. So if you're gonna turn then you should just bite a bullet as soon as you start cravin' our flesh cause if you don't, I f**king will."
Richard never meant to seem so spiteful but he was speaking straight from the heart. He knew Anna better than anyone else and he was damn well sure she had been hurting just as much as Arc or anyone else had been. He pitied Arc more than Arc had known, but telling him that or giving him any sorta special treatment is something he knew himself, Arc wouldn't want. So his way of showing respect was to treat him the same damn way as he treats everyone else.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 2, 2010 23:07:02 GMT -5
Arc listened to Richard, it was good to keep a conversation going. He had a good point, everything he said was true. If that moment had to come, he was grateful that he wouldn't get anyone hurt in the process. But as much as both of them thought, Arc wasn't going to turn anytime soon, despite how long its been. He was craving sleep, but was too afraid to close his eyes for a long period of time. Letting his guard down would probably be the end of him, staying strong was the only way to fight it.
Opening his eyes quickly after there was a good five minutes of silence, Arc looked up to see the time on the wall wasn't changed much, meaning he didn't go unconscious. But the room was so quiet, the ticking of that clock was all that could he heard. The country was certainly less active then the city, the infected weren't anywhere nearby close enough to be heard. But as Arc looked at Richard, still soaking up his words, he grinned and answered with a question. "Well in that case, do you have anything to drink? Something strong to numb the pain would be appriciated..."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 2, 2010 23:23:53 GMT -5
Richard quirked a brow and grunted getting up onto his feet and pacing toward the kitchen, Lucy following after him. He reached over to the sink, turning the faucets on only to have no water come through the spout. Looking over at Lucy he sighed. "You ain't got any water, kid?"
Lucy looked up at him for a moment, thinking, before quickly dashing over to the pantry and shuffling through thigns in there. After a moment or two, she turned around with a box of juicey juice boxes in her grasp.
Richard chuckled and ruffled the little girl's hair. "This is your juice."
Lucy looked down at it then up at him, giving him some of the boxes. The man smiled a little and stuck a straw in two of the boxes, giving one to Lucy and struttin' out of the kitchen, tossing the other to Arc, who managed to catch it with a single hand.
"Drink up."
As the men and the child sat around for what seemed like forever in the quiet country side, awaiting Anna's return, Richard had been staring at the clock, impatiently. Anna should've been back two hours ago. He glared down at his hands and swore.
"Where the hell is she? Grr.."
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 3, 2010 5:04:08 GMT -5
Arc caught the juice with one hand, and then sat up on the couch. His arm was burning, but the bleeding had stopped, which was great. He grinned to himself, looking at the comical pictures on the small carton of juice. Taking a sip from the straw, he near finished it in two mouthfuls. It quenched his thirst, but it wasnt quite what he had in mind when he asked if they had anything to drink. "Hey, ill be back later, im going out to the chopper for a bit. If you need anything, lemme know."
Nodding, Arc left the house, and jumped inside the helicopter, sitting in the passenger seat beside the pilot. He could tell the guy was thinking about him, and he looked a but nervous. Anybody would be, sitting next to someone with a bite mark on their arm. But Arc attitude made the pilot comfourtable enough to speak, as if nothing was wrong. "How you holding up, big guy?" They talked for what seemed like forever, and the sun was starting to rise. After some silence, Arc laughed, and then turned to the pilot, giving him a famillier facial expression. The pilot smiled, and looked up, breathing out in a small chuckle...
Walking back to the house a few hours later. Arc carried a bottle of whiskey through the doorway, and then closed the screen behind him. Seeing Richard with his face in his hands, Arc set the bottle on the table between them, and then sat down. Staring at the bottle, it seemed inviting to his lips. Reaching for it as Richard turned to see him, Arc inscrewed the cap, and raised it up. But then, he didnt drink, he passed it to his friend before him. "Maybe you should suck back first, catch my cooties..."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 3, 2010 7:26:36 GMT -5
Richard had glanced over at Arc then looked over at the bottle. "No, thanks. I don't drink, might mess up my aim," he told him, politely turning down the offer. Night had fallen and the entire home was quiet saved for some light snoring coming from the little girl on the couch, scrunched up with a teddy bear and a thumb in her mouth.
Richard sighed, laying back in his seat, arms extended over the rests as he gazed up at the ceiling, shotgun in his lap. Arc had accepted the decline and poured himself a drink, downing the shot in a matter of seconds.
The screen door creaked open, forcing the two to tense and reach for their weapons. The door slowly opened and a familiar redhead had walked in with some large backpack strapped to her back. "Hey, I'm back!" she said slightly whispering and slightly speaking up.
Richard had went to get out of his seat when Anna shoved him back down. "Not so fast, buddy, your stitches are re-opened. Keep your ass there. As for Arc, all I can do is stitch up that bite after sanitizing it and then I can rebandage it. But you might enjoy these," she began, tossing a bottle of pills his way.
As she set aside their medical goodies, she reached over to the whiskey bottle, raising it above her face and pouring some into her mouth. "Ah, sweet, now I can work. Oh and those pills are anti-viral. It won't cure you, but it's made to relieve symptoms of virus'. Strengthen your immunity. You need one too," she said, glancing sideways at Richard.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 4, 2010 12:48:21 GMT -5
Lowering his gun, and placing it back on the table, Arc sat back on the couch. It was good to know Anna had made it back safely, and with a reward for her efforts. Catching the bottle, he cracked it open and lay three on the table, then pocketed the rest of them for later. Arc grabbed all of them and broke the capsules with his teeth before swallowing it. Near immediate effects were needed, none of this 1-2 hour relief directions. Overdosing on medication was the least of his worries, he was already starting to lose his mind.
"Thanks, a lot. The supplies should last us a good month, or more if we ration it carefully. Looks like some expensive stuff, good quality hospital you have here." Arc smiled, thankful for Anna helping him out even when the end could be near. It may happen, it may not happen, but if it does, he wanted to be ready for it. Suddenly, Arc vision got red again, and he felt dizzy. But keeping a straight face, he didn't let the other know. While Anna was digging through the bag, he got up from the couch and spoke. "You should patch up Richard first, I'm going to... Wash clean up this wound a bit before anything..."
Arc left the living room, and then went upstairs. He could've just used kitchen sink, but washing his wound wasn't his real intention. After making it up the stairs and out of sight, he used the walls in the hallway to keep his balance. Finally entering the bathroom, he quietly closed the door behind him and sat down on the floor below the sink, staring at Emily body in the tub. Arc rested his head back against wall, closing his eyes and shaking his head at what was going on. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew it was real. So real that he could even feel it himself. Why did it hit Emily harder then it hit himself? Arc knew he was grateful to be alive, but was less of a miracle or more of a curse?
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 4, 2010 21:25:24 GMT -5
(You ain't online, dude, but I sent ya an offline message)
Anna watched Arc leave before loiking back at Richard. "Alright, take it off."
Richard stared down at his friend, oddly. "What?"
Anna looked back up at him, holding up the antiseptic and a washcloth. "Take your shirt off so I can clean your wounds." The man made an 'ah' sound and took his shirt off, throwing aside on the other couch, before placing his hands on his knees momentarily. "So ya think he's gonna turn too? Ironically in the bathroom like your cousin did?" he asked of her. Suddenly he hissed and winced, the seering, bubbling, burn of the disinfectant against his opened injury was damn near excrutiating, but nothing he couldn't handle.
"I don't know. I mean, Emily turned faster than I've ever seen, but then again she was already sick. Before all of this happened, she had been ill, so her immune system was susceptible to the virus I guess..." she explained sadly, looking over at her little girl as she cleaned Richard up.
"It makes me worry about Lucy..."
Richard looked over at the child as well. "She'll be alright, so long as she has you."
Anna looked back up at Richard, sadly. "Lucy was diagnosed with Lieukemia. I'm surprised she's still...I'm surprised she'd still here...I'm happy, but I'm still worried..." she trailed off, reaching over to grasp onto their stitching supply.
"This is gonna hurt, I advise you bite down on something," she told him, stuffing his shirt partially in his mouth. Richard pulled the shirt out before chuckling and reaching forward, patting Anna's shoulder. "I'll be fine, thank you."
Anna began her work on Richard, smiling a little before glancing back up again. "He's been in there for awhile now. Maybe I should check on him..."
Richard, fearing the worse, shook his head. "No, we'll wait a bit."
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