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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Jul 30, 2008 15:43:49 GMT -5
Biting her bottom lip, Rochelle tried to figure out how she could put an answer in words. If Dawn ever asked a question, she would always try to explain it to her the best she could. "To be loved by someone makes you feel completely different. It's like you just woke up from a nap and everything is different, but it's a good different. You also feel like you want to do everything you can for them. You always feel safe and like you belong right there," she said trying to search for words. "You just feel whole."
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Post by Dawn Meade on Jul 30, 2008 16:01:28 GMT -5
Dawn smiled softly, but her clear blue eyes sparkled with tears. "That sounds nice," she said. "You are lucky, Chelle. I'm very happy for you."
She reached up and rubbed her face, wiping away the tears. "I am doing OK," she said. "I haven't even had an attack in a few days. Everyone here is very kind to me. Especially Karl. He is very nice. Have you met him yet?"
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Jul 30, 2008 16:52:30 GMT -5
"That's great," Rochelle said smiling. "No, I haven't met Karl yet, but I did meet Skye. She seems really nice." She took a seat on the side of the bed and looked up to Dawn. "Speaking of nice, there's something I want to talk to you about. Don't be frightened, I promise it's nothing bad. Matt and I talked to Zander earlier. He talked about maybe having Madam Pomfrey come by for a little visit. I wasn't sure about it, but he trusts her and he says that she is a good woman. Zander also says that the woman can try to help you so you don't have those headaches." She paused for a moment. "Dawn, you know I would never let anything hurt you and I would never agree to anything that would hurt you. Zander trusts and speaks highly of this woman. If he trusts her, then I do too. Do you think that you'll be OK with her just looking at you? I mean she's not going to do anything to hurt you, I promise you."
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Post by Dawn Meade on Jul 30, 2008 22:40:57 GMT -5
Dawn hesitated. Gretchen had warned her about people who claimed they could "help" her. She called them frauds and liars and said that they would only make her sicker. But she did want the headaches and the spells to stop. Although her illness rendered her fragile and weak, deep inside her there was a strength she didn't know she had; a rebellious streak that just longed to be free of the chains that bound her in this miserable condition.
"Well... if you trust her, Chelle, then I guess it's OK. I do want the headaches to stop."
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Jul 31, 2008 7:13:55 GMT -5
Rochelle patted her hand. "Thank you Dawn. I promise she won't hurt you. I could tell by the way Zander was talking about her that she's a great healer." She smiled. "There's someone I would like you to meet, that is if you're feeling up to meeting someone new. It's OK if you're not I don't want to do anything you don't want to."
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Post by Dawn Meade on Jul 31, 2008 15:45:30 GMT -5
"Is it your new mate?" Dawn asked, reaching out and taking Rochelle's hand. "I would love to meet him, Chelle. Please, bring him in. I promise I'm fine." She smiled bravely, though her face still looked incredibly pale and her deep blue eyes seemed sad and distant.
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Jul 31, 2008 18:51:12 GMT -5
She nodded. Rochelle admired Dawn. She seemed always brave, and Rochelle found herself wanting to be more like that. Smiling at her and gently squeezing her hand, she stood up. "OK, if you're sure," she said. Slowly letting Dawn's hand go, she walked to the door and peeked her head out. "Matt," she said softly. "Dawn's wanting to meet you."
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Aug 2, 2008 15:13:25 GMT -5
Sully nodded and stepped back from the spot on the wall that he had been leaning against. "OK," he said. He felt a slight nervous flutter in his stomach as he walked over to Rochelle and took her hand. He had no reason to be nervous about meeting the girl, but his past experiences with werewolves made him a little hesitant. What if Gretchen had filled the girl's head with negativity about him? It was unlikely, of course, since Rochelle had been talking to her and she was apparently fine. But he certainly didn't want to trigger one of the girl's attacks.
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Aug 2, 2008 16:34:02 GMT -5
"Don't be nervous," she whispered quickly. "Dawn's not going to bite your head off or anything. Promise." Rochelle gave him a grin and a reassuring glance before leading him into Dawn's room. She stopped at the side of her bed. "Dawn, this is Matt, and Matt this is Dawn," she said trying to find a way to introduce them.
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Aug 3, 2008 1:16:34 GMT -5
Sully smiled at the girl. She was lovely. Small and pale, with haunting blue eyes and dark hair. He could see instantly why Rochele thought so highly of her. Anyone looking at her would have a strong instinct to protect her. "Hello, Dawn," he greeted her. "I've heard so much about you. It's nice to meet you."
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Post by Dawn Meade on Aug 9, 2008 10:56:29 GMT -5
Dawn smiled back. "Hello," she said in her quiet voice. "Chelle told me a lot about you. I am glad that she found you. She deserves to be happy." Looking him over, she felt a sadness come over her. He seemed happy, but troubled. Like he was afraid of something that had not yet happened. She only barely understood about Gretchen's hatred of the man, and, seeing him, she couldn't imagine why Gretchen would want to be that way towards him. He seemed like a kind, caring man, who truly loved Rochelle.
He also reminded her of someone. She couldn't think of who... but she had an image of sad blue eyes shining with tears. It puzzled her, because his eyes didn't look like that. She tried to think, tried to remember...
...And then the pain ripped through her head. She bent down, holding her head in her hands and moaning softly in pain. Why? Why did this always happen to her? It hurt...
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Aug 10, 2008 17:09:36 GMT -5
Rochelle moved to Dawn's side swiftly as she had bent down. She took a seat on her bed beside her, putting her thumbs on Dawn's temples. As she began to massage the side of her head softly. "Dawn," she whispered quietly. "Look at me. Stop trying to think for a moment. Just relax." Rochelle knew that Dawn was in pain again, and she hated to see her friend this way. She only hoped that Zander would get that healer woman soon so Dawn could think without having pain.
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Post by Dawn Meade on Aug 10, 2008 22:41:14 GMT -5
Dawn just let out a low moan. "I.... want... need.... to... remember..." Why did this always have to happen to her? She felt like she was a prisoner of her own mind, her own memories. Looking up at Rochelle with tears in her eyes, she whispered, "Can you help me remember? Please... It's important, I feel it. But I can't...."
Then she abruptly lost consciousness, and began shaking wildly.
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Aug 11, 2008 7:35:51 GMT -5
As Rochelle watched her friend, she wanted nothing more than to help her, but she didn't how she could other than the healer woman. Tears started to fall as Dawn started to shake wildly. "Matt! Go to Zander, quickly. Tell him to bring that healer woman as fast as he can! Please," she said looking over to him. "Please be quick." Rochelle turned back to Dawn and put her hands on Dawn's shoulders to keep her from shaking off the bed.
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Post by Matthew "Sully" Sullivan on Aug 11, 2008 13:58:54 GMT -5
Sully was frozen with horror as he watched the small girl fall back on the bed. Seizures, he thought helplessly. He knew there was something you were supposed to do for seizure victims, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what. What was wrong with her? Had he been responsible for her attack?
At the sound of Rochelle's voice, he snapped back into attention. He had to go find Zander and have him bring Madam Pomfrey. Or maybe he could just fetch Madam Pomfrey himself. He knew her from his time at Hogwarts. "OK," he said, shaking his head. "I'll... I'll get help. I think... I think you're supposed to make sure she doesn't swallow her tongue."
His nerves rattled, he apparated immediately, aiming for the outskirts of Hogsmeade close to Hogwarts.
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Aug 13, 2008 15:12:18 GMT -5
Rochelle looked back as she heard a loud 'pop'. Matt was gone. She looked back to Dawn. Poor thing was still shaking. She wasn't sure what to do. "Shh Dawn. It's okay," she said as she rubbed a piece of hair from Dawn's forehead. It always scared her to see her like this. Rochelle felt more helpless than ever.
Quickly glancing around the room, Rochelle spotted a rag and folded it neatly, placing it on Dawn's head. "Shh Dawn," she kept repeating quietly. She put both hands on her shoulders trying to make her stop shaking wildly. "Dawn, please," she whispered with her voice shaking a little.
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Post by Dawn Meade on Aug 13, 2008 15:24:30 GMT -5
After a moment, the seizure slowed, then stopped. Dawn lay there on the bed, looking very pale and weak, like a broken doll. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead and her breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps.
Her eyes were closed, but her lips began to move, whispering something in a voice so quiet that it was almost impossible to hear.
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Aug 13, 2008 16:25:56 GMT -5
Rochelle picked up the rag again and began to wipe Dawn's face gently. She was relieved that the shaking stopped, but her breathing sounded different. Rochelle knew that Dawn was going to make it out of this, she always did, she had to.
Upon hearing something being muttered, Rochelle leaned down a little to tell if she could make out what Dawn was saying. She didn't quite understand it. Leaning back up, she looked back down at her with her eyes full of worry. "Dawn," she said quietly. "I don't understand. What is it?"
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Post by Dawn Meade on Aug 15, 2008 18:32:42 GMT -5
Dawn's eyes fluttered, unfocused, as she tried to force herself to look up at Rochelle. She had to tell her... she had seen it when the shaking started. But she couldn't find the strength to push the words from her lips. She tried to swallow and her tongue felt thick, as if it was twice its normal size. It was hard to breathe, much less speak.
"She was my friend," she murmured, or at least tried to. Her voice came out garbled and the words were unintelligible. "We were together and he attacked us.... he bit us both..."
Then she slipped back into unconsciousness.
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Post by Rochelle Parnell on Aug 16, 2008 13:05:51 GMT -5
Running the rag over Dawn's lips to try, she noticed that Dawn started to try to talk. Rochelle moved the rag away and tried to listen carefully. The words seemed jumbled together. The only words that she could make out 'friend', 'attacked', and 'bit'. She couldn't make out what words were in between. Rochelle couldn't make any sense of it. What was Dawn talking about?
Sighing, she tried to think of what she could have been trying to tell her, but nothing came to mind. It just didn't make sense. Once Dawn was unconscious again, Rochelle didn't move from her spot. She tried to put together what the words meant, or what words went in between.
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