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Post by Duria Hellsing on Oct 10, 2009 22:18:50 GMT -5
It's been a few days since Zoey arrived at the orphanage. She was getting used to the atmosphere rather quickly and was friendly with the other children. She had some trouble trusting the adults there but over all she was doing well. Her teachers, the various nuns, said she was making progress in her studies.
However, Zoey seemed to be slowing down. She became more and more distracted during classes and when it was time for recess she didn't run around like she used to. Zoey tried to hide it but couldn't. After all, she barely touched her meals and the ones she ate didn't stay down for long. Zoey needed blood but the fact that she was a vampire was hidden from everyone aside from Madeline. But because of Madeline's absence there was nothing she could do.
One afternoon Zoey had finally reached her limit. It was during a game of dodgeball that the children were playing. Zoey was enjoying herself when she started to feel woozy. Before she knew it, she was on the ground unable to move. The children ran to get one of the nuns who, seeing Zoey's unresponsiveness and feeling her cold skin, called for Father Anderson assuming that the young girl was dying or had died already.
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Post by defenderxofxmen on Oct 11, 2009 16:19:06 GMT -5
The lazy autumn afternoon had brought comfort to the priest as he walked along the slow winding path of the orphanage gardens, the wind barely teasing the hem of his cassock while the song birds busied themselves with the berries in the brush. His massive shoulders hunched, gloved hands disappearing into the pockets of his slacks. It was a fine day. A fine day indeed.
“...Father!”
His head lifted as he thought he heard a voice in the distance call his name, face tilting to the side as he listened.
“Father Anderson! Come! Come quickly!”
A rather stout older woman came running in her habit, hands outstretched and arms waving to get his attention. Alarmed, the tall figure moved swiftly to meet her mid-way, having to hold her up lest she fall to the ground in exhaustion. “Sister...Whit seems tae be the trouble?” She merely thrust a finger in the opposite direction, pointing towards a group of youngsters gathered in a semi-circle.
“Alrigh'! Move back!” He bellowed as he came upon the scene, silhouette falling over the young girl as he bent down to examine her. The children scattered like flower petals in the wind, clearly intimidated by his rough tone. Fingers pressed against her jugular to seek out a pulse, ear leaning against her chest.
“She's noot breathin'”, he called to the other nuns who had arrived shortly thereafter, “Call the on-sigh' Doctor immediately.”
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Post by Duria Hellsing on Oct 11, 2009 23:36:14 GMT -5
One of the nuns rushed off as quickly as she could towards one end of the building which was a small clinic of sorts. Just a few minutes later a young doctor came rushing out. Knowing the situation, he didn't take the time to check vitals on site. Instead he scooped her up and ran as quickly as he could into the clinic.
Once in there she was hooked up to oxygen and an IV. Wires and tubes monitored her vitals as well as try and provide air and nutrients. It was explained that as well as being malnourished, for some reason Zoey didn't have enough blood. The nuns couldn't explain it, after all there wasn't a scratch on her. But these readings were enough to get Zoey hooked up to a blood packet as well.
Within minutes the young girl started to stir. Her eyes opened and her skin didn't seem as pale anymore. The feeling of hunger she had been enduring for the past few days was waning. She looked up at the blood packet that was emptying itself into her arm through a tube. Still a bit woozy, she looked at the nuns, doctor, and Anderson. "..what..?" That was all she managed to say.
The doctor motioned for her to keep still and rest. He looked very concerned though. Despite the fact that Zoey had regained consciousness, her heartbeat was almost non existent. "I can't believe it... how is she?" He was at a loss for words.
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Post by defenderxofxmen on Oct 15, 2009 22:04:48 GMT -5
Large hands clasped behind his back as he paced back and forth in front of the door, brow furrowed with worry. He hated seeing the little ones in such conditions, especially when they were so young, so helpless. “But the Lord provides”, he thought to himself, green eyes shifting to the entryway of the patient room. He decidedly lowered himself into a chair outside the door, bowing his head in prayer.
To find the strength in these dark times was taxing enough, but to be left with no other alternative than to hope for her safety made his heart heavy. Somehow he knew that she would be well taken care of in the course of her stay at the clinic, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for not being able to intervene sooner. Some times he had duties that took him elsewhere from the orphanage—yet every time he returned he was always reminded how important it was to spend time with the children...
A young-looking nurse came up to whisper something close to his ear, sea green hues widening behind those rounded lenses. The man stood up to his full height and entered the room, gently clasping his gloved hand over the girl's to show his support. “Ah, ye're awake youn' lass. Do ye remember woot happened?” He offered her a warm smile, his concern still showing on that dark-toned face.
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