Disclaimer: the usual.
A/N: I'm sorry its taken so long. I'm alive, really, I am. But I'm also extremely busy at the moment.
There are two chapters left in R/J. Because I was having troubles writing the next one, I started writing the very last one first. Sort of working backwards. (Literally, I wrote the very very last paragraph first, than the paragraph before that... and so on.) Now, the last chapter is almost done, but obviously, I can't update until I get the next chapter done first.
I'm working on it when I can.
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But wherever the nurses were, Michael was thankful as he pushed her out and sprinted towards the elevator.
"Wheeee!" Mia whispered excitedly.
Michael skidded to a halt in front of the elevators and pounded on the "down" button. Mia slid forward to take up the abuse of the elevator button when Michael stopped.
"Michael was reading to her last time we were in there," Mr. G. said. "I'm sure their fine."
He was walking with Phillipe and Helen towards the room where Mia no longer was. Michael and Mia looked at each other and than both turned away, hoping to hide their familiar faces.
Bing. The elevator doors slid open slowly. Michael stepped in as soon as there was enough room, dragging Mia's wheel chair behind him.
As the doors closed, they knew they wouldn't get very far. Shouts could be heard from behind them, what sounded like dozens of feet came pounding towards the elevator shaft.
"I think our escape will be short lived," Michael said.
"It was fun while it lasted," Mia sighed
"Yeah, all thirty seconds of it."
"Next time, Michael. Next time, it will be much longer."
And, as they expected when the door opened about two dozen anxious faces stared at them. Including one disapproving look of Grandmére.
"Going somewhere, Amelia?" she rasped in French.
"No, of course not Grandmére." Mia tried to smile smugly, but it wasn't working very well. "I simply asked Michael to take me for a tour around the hospital.
"Right. How about you take a tour back up into your room," Grandmére growled as the doors again. They hadn't even had a chance to get off the elevator.
"Next time," Michael said quietly.
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A/N: I'm sorry its taken so long. I'm alive, really, I am. But I'm also extremely busy at the moment.
There are two chapters left in R/J. Because I was having troubles writing the next one, I started writing the very last one first. Sort of working backwards. (Literally, I wrote the very very last paragraph first, than the paragraph before that... and so on.) Now, the last chapter is almost done, but obviously, I can't update until I get the next chapter done first.
I'm working on it when I can.
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But wherever the nurses were, Michael was thankful as he pushed her out and sprinted towards the elevator.
"Wheeee!" Mia whispered excitedly.
Michael skidded to a halt in front of the elevators and pounded on the "down" button. Mia slid forward to take up the abuse of the elevator button when Michael stopped.
"Michael was reading to her last time we were in there," Mr. G. said. "I'm sure their fine."
He was walking with Phillipe and Helen towards the room where Mia no longer was. Michael and Mia looked at each other and than both turned away, hoping to hide their familiar faces.
Bing. The elevator doors slid open slowly. Michael stepped in as soon as there was enough room, dragging Mia's wheel chair behind him.
As the doors closed, they knew they wouldn't get very far. Shouts could be heard from behind them, what sounded like dozens of feet came pounding towards the elevator shaft.
"I think our escape will be short lived," Michael said.
"It was fun while it lasted," Mia sighed
"Yeah, all thirty seconds of it."
"Next time, Michael. Next time, it will be much longer."
And, as they expected when the door opened about two dozen anxious faces stared at them. Including one disapproving look of Grandmére.
"Going somewhere, Amelia?" she rasped in French.
"No, of course not Grandmére." Mia tried to smile smugly, but it wasn't working very well. "I simply asked Michael to take me for a tour around the hospital.
"Right. How about you take a tour back up into your room," Grandmére growled as the doors again. They hadn't even had a chance to get off the elevator.
"Next time," Michael said quietly.
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ttfn!