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review your stories everytime they're updated (well, I updated SUM1's
stories). Well, here's the next chapter. Also, Danceingfae: Thanx 4 the
suggestions. I just may do that. And yes, you may have a bigger part next
time. Enjoy!
Tim's view:
Needless to say, I was quite shocked when Lenore passed out. It wasn't until the boys explained her fear that I understood. She didn't wake up again until after everything had been done, that's how scared she'd been.
"W.what happened?" Lenore asked, trying to sit up.
"You passed out," I told her. "Be careful of your arm, Dr. Clarkson just finished putting the cast on it."
Lenore looked at me confused then glanced at her arm. "Whoa. Cool," she grinned somewhat.
"I get to sign it first!" Randy shouted suddenly.
"No! I wanna!" Mark cries.
"I'm oldest, I will," Brad verified.
"Nuh-uh!" Randy rejoined shaking his head. "I'm the boyfriend, so I get to sign it."
"Boys," I began sternly. "Quiet down. We're in the Hospital and there are people trying to rest."
"Sorry Dad," they apologized.
"How do I take care of my arm?" Lenore asked. "Do I have to do anything special?"
"You have to keep it from getting wet," I told her. "And no slamming it against things either; that'll just cause you pain."
"Da-ang," she said, after I shot her a warning look. "Anything else?"
"You'll have pain killers for when the pain gets too bad," I told her. "I'm to hold onto those."
"Then how am I supposed to take them when my arm hurts?" She wanted to know.
"You'll ask me for one," I replied.
"But how am I." She began.
"Supposed to ask for one when you're living under a tree in Central Park?" I finished, as she nodded. "Easy. Your staying with us until your arm gets better."
She looked at me shocked, her eyes as round as saucers. "But.what about."
"Jill?" I finished for her again.
She nodded once more.
"She'll deal with it," I told her. "She'll have to. I'm not leaving an injured child out on the street."
"Jeez. If I get to stay with Randy, I should get hurt more often," Lenore thought.
Dr. Clarkson re-entered the room then, smiling once he saw she was up.
"Glad to see you're okay," he said.
Lenore blushed slightly (something she rarely does). "Uh.yeah."
"Would you like a lollipop?" Dr. Clarkson asked.
Lenore nodded looking somewhat embarrassed (there's a first). "Yeah.please."
Dr. Clarkson smiled knowingly, and handed her a chocolate tootsie pop.
I watched as Lenore's face lit up at the sight of it.
"Thanks!" She grinned, then asked, "Um.could you sign my cast?"
Dr. Clarkson smiled wider. "Sure, why not?" He answered, taking a pen from his pocket and uncapping it.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, then signed her cast.
A.N.: Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! G2g! Adios! PLZ R & R!!! Thanx! Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!
Tim's view:
Needless to say, I was quite shocked when Lenore passed out. It wasn't until the boys explained her fear that I understood. She didn't wake up again until after everything had been done, that's how scared she'd been.
"W.what happened?" Lenore asked, trying to sit up.
"You passed out," I told her. "Be careful of your arm, Dr. Clarkson just finished putting the cast on it."
Lenore looked at me confused then glanced at her arm. "Whoa. Cool," she grinned somewhat.
"I get to sign it first!" Randy shouted suddenly.
"No! I wanna!" Mark cries.
"I'm oldest, I will," Brad verified.
"Nuh-uh!" Randy rejoined shaking his head. "I'm the boyfriend, so I get to sign it."
"Boys," I began sternly. "Quiet down. We're in the Hospital and there are people trying to rest."
"Sorry Dad," they apologized.
"How do I take care of my arm?" Lenore asked. "Do I have to do anything special?"
"You have to keep it from getting wet," I told her. "And no slamming it against things either; that'll just cause you pain."
"Da-ang," she said, after I shot her a warning look. "Anything else?"
"You'll have pain killers for when the pain gets too bad," I told her. "I'm to hold onto those."
"Then how am I supposed to take them when my arm hurts?" She wanted to know.
"You'll ask me for one," I replied.
"But how am I." She began.
"Supposed to ask for one when you're living under a tree in Central Park?" I finished, as she nodded. "Easy. Your staying with us until your arm gets better."
She looked at me shocked, her eyes as round as saucers. "But.what about."
"Jill?" I finished for her again.
She nodded once more.
"She'll deal with it," I told her. "She'll have to. I'm not leaving an injured child out on the street."
"Jeez. If I get to stay with Randy, I should get hurt more often," Lenore thought.
Dr. Clarkson re-entered the room then, smiling once he saw she was up.
"Glad to see you're okay," he said.
Lenore blushed slightly (something she rarely does). "Uh.yeah."
"Would you like a lollipop?" Dr. Clarkson asked.
Lenore nodded looking somewhat embarrassed (there's a first). "Yeah.please."
Dr. Clarkson smiled knowingly, and handed her a chocolate tootsie pop.
I watched as Lenore's face lit up at the sight of it.
"Thanks!" She grinned, then asked, "Um.could you sign my cast?"
Dr. Clarkson smiled wider. "Sure, why not?" He answered, taking a pen from his pocket and uncapping it.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, then signed her cast.
A.N.: Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! G2g! Adios! PLZ R & R!!! Thanx! Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!