Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: "One day, your prince will come. Mine just took a wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions. (sigh)" - My Away Message...one of many.

BTW, if you think I died...pffft... I am INVINCABLE!

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Chapter 70

Collective Gasp

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As soon as Trisher saw Eowyn ride up next to me, she knew that trouble was brewing.

When I fell off the horse, Trisher expected me to do as I always did. That is, start laughing insanely and stay on the ground for a few minutes, then stand up, and yell "I'm okay!"

Well...I didn't.

The entire crowd booed at Eowyn's bad sportsmanship.

Trisher stood up. Why wasn't I moving?

Oh no.

Trisher ran over to where I was, Faramir and Boromir trailing after her.

"Paige?" Trisher was next to me. "Paige!"

"What? I'm sleeping."

"No," said Trisher, thankful that I was at least talking to her. "You just got done with a race."

"I did?" I slowly sat up. "Hey, I did." I said looking around me. Then I fell back on the ground.

"Paige? Are you okay?" Trisher asked.

"Yeah, but the ground is kinda comfortable."

Trisher kicked me. "Get up." she said.

"Why?" I asked

"Because..." Trisher looked around. "...Faramir's here."

"He is?' I jumped up. Trisher rolled her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Faramir asked me.

"Yeah, my head hurts though."

"Oh." said Faramir, who gave me a hug.

Trust me, that made me feel MUCH better.

I grunned at Trisher, who rolled her eyes.

"Nice acting." she muttered to me as we were walking to someplace to go celebrate.

"I know." I said. "So, I really did race huh? And win?"

"What, you can't remember it?"

"Vaugely."

"You know, this could be one of those things you go see a doctor for."

"What?" Faramir turned around.

"Nothing." I said. "Trisher, I'm fine."

"I didn't even think about that..." said Faramir. "That's it, we're going to the Houses of Healing."

I groaned. "Thank you Trisher. Thanks a lot."

Trisher just smiled. "Well, I can't be having you die on me."

"Yeah, yeah." I said. "We'll see if one of us doesn't kill each other first."

"I'll make sure you do the killing." said Trisher.

So, Trisher and I found ourselves at the Houses of Healing.

"Now say 'Ah'."

"What the hell does that got to do with anything?" I asked.

"Just do it." said a bored Trisher, who had been listening to me argue with the Healer on everything he was attempting to do.

"Ahhhh" I said

"All right." the Healer dude said. "Have you ever been knocked unconcious before?"

"Yeah." I said. "So?"

"Was it serious?"

I shrugged. "Dunno."

"What do you mean, 'dunno'?"

"I mean, the doctor said it was nothing serious, so no, it was nothing serious."

"What do you mean you've been knocked unconcious?" Trisher asked.

"You don't remember?" I asked

"No." said Trisher

"Good." I said

I'd been knocked unconcious at the CMS pool, during swimming class (it's a required class, alls they do is let you play in the pool for like an hour, or swim laps, or play pool beach ball, or pool baseball.) Well, anyway, I was walking along, and I just slipped on a puddle of water, fell, and my head hit a drain pipe. I was knocked unconcious for about a minute. I didn't even like realize where I was when I came back. I was like 'Whoa, I'm at the pool', but a few minutes later I remembered going to CMS and everything. It was really boring, they took me to the doctors where they asked stupid questions like 'What's your name?' 'How old are you?' 'Where do you live?' I guess I passed, because they made me go back to school. I ended up walking around with a baggie of ice around my head for the large bump that resided there from my run-in with the pipe.

"Why won't you tell me?" asked Trisher, as we walked away from the Houses of Healing, after I had been declared fine.

"Because it's stupid." I said. "I slipped, I fell, I bonked my head, didn't wake up, end of story."

"You didn't wake up? No wonder you couldn't find you're pulse."

"There's an epilouge. I wake up. End of story."

"That makes more sense."

"Thank you." I said.

Trisher and I kept walking. "Where'd Faramir go?" I asked. "And Boromir, they were like right behind us!"

"Do we care?" asked Trisher

"Good point."

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Just out of curiosity, has any of my viewers been knocked unconcious?

Megan and I feel your pain. Chelsea too. But not Katie. Or Aubrey.