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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 21:27:36 GMT -5
Voltaire was glad that the hospital wing was on the same floor as Isa's classroom. He got the door open and called out "Madame Poppy! I need some help!" Votlaire laid Isa on the nearest empty bed and sat down heavily in the chair next to the bed.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Jun 30, 2006 22:12:10 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey was in the back room mixing a potion when she heard someone call her name. She brushed off her hands and walked out into the main room. "Oh, hello, Professor SkipIt, what's..." she stopped when she saw Isabella lying on a bed, looking very pale and moaning softly. "Oh, dear," she said, hurrying over to her. "Still bothering you, is it, dear?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 22:16:06 GMT -5
Isabella opened her eyes and looked up at Madam Pomfrey. The morning sickness had never been this bad, and she was a little worried. She couldn't lose the baby... "Yes, it's.... it's worse than ever," she whispered. "Please... is it OK?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 22:19:02 GMT -5
"what? it? what's it? what do you have?" said Voltaire worriedly standing back up again and he immedatily became a ball of nerves "what?" he said feeling very lost.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 22:21:19 GMT -5
Isabella shook her head at Madam Pomfrey, silently imploring her not to tell him what was going on. She knew she'd have to tell him eventually, but it was too soon. She'd barely had time to process the information herself.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Jun 30, 2006 22:24:59 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey caught the signal from Isabella and nodded quietly. She ran another scan over Isabella's abdomen with her wand, and after a few minutes, she smiled. "It's fine," she said. "You'll be fine. You just need to get some rest. And I think I can give you a potion for the nausea, but I don't want you to take it too often, OK? Only when it's really bad, like now."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 22:25:55 GMT -5
"Isa." Voltaire said catching the movement. "what is wrong?" he said a little forcefully to Poppy. "I have to know! I won't be comforted by you saying it's just a stomache ache!" he said looking impossibly sad and determined
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Jun 30, 2006 22:29:05 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "I'm afraid that information is not mine to share," she said. She looked at Isabella. "I recommend you tell him, though, dear." She smiled sympathetically and walked into the back room.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 22:31:21 GMT -5
Isabella looked up at Voltaire tearfully. She wanted to tell him so badly... "Voltaire, please, it's no big deal, OK?" she said weakly. "I'll be fine, really. I... I just need sleep..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 22:41:25 GMT -5
"You don't trust me." he said feeling very hallow "Well, I hope you get sleep then" he said tears in his eyes, he turned and walked towards the door. Enterity it was until he reached the door.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 22:44:10 GMT -5
"Voltaire, wait," she said, reaching out a hand to him. "Please..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 23:05:45 GMT -5
"what would you have me do? you don't want me to know what's happening...I fear the worst. i can't be here if you need treatment!" he said letting the tears fall from his face.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 23:08:14 GMT -5
"I'm not dying, if that's what you're worried about," she said softly. "Please... I feel better with you here."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 23:19:15 GMT -5
Voltaire walked back to the bed and held her hand. "Then i have to know. If you aren't dying, then what is going on?" he said sitting back down looking hurt and sad .
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 23:33:11 GMT -5
She clutched his hand, feeling some of the nausea fade. She looked up at him, his eyes so sincere and sad... "Voltaire... I..." She sighed. "I'm pregnant..." she whispered. She managed a weak, hopeful smile.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 23:41:24 GMT -5
Voltaire at first didn't think he heard what he had heard. then he repeated it to himself in his head. then he said out loud "I'm pregnant." then a smile broke his face and he said next clearing his face of all emotion, he stood walked to the door of the hospital and walked out and shut the door and then yelled "OH MY FICKING CHRIST! I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!" with obvious amounts of joy, he opened the door walked back into the hospital wing with a large smile on his face and sat back down and said "Ok, i think i'm better now"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 30, 2006 23:45:07 GMT -5
Isabella watched him with tears in her eyes. When he came back to her, she reached for his hand. "I... I'm terrified... I don't know the first thing about being a good mother... my parents..." she shuddered as the nausea flooded through her again. She took several deep breaths. "Morning sickness is the worst," she murmured.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Jun 30, 2006 23:55:10 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey heard Voltaire's outburst and came back in, smiling. The connection between these two was obvious, and she had hoped that if she left them alone, Isabella would confess. Now Madam Pomfrey walked over to them, holding a potion in a small goblet. "You made the right, choice," she said. "Here now, try drinking this. Just sip it, please. It should help your nausea."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 1, 2006 0:03:42 GMT -5
Isabella managed to sit up and took the goblet from Madam Pomfrey. "Thank you," she said quietly. She took a sip of the potion, which was sweet and soothing. "Voltaire, I'm sorry I didn't want to tell you. I just... we aren't together right now..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 1, 2006 0:05:07 GMT -5
"Don't to worry! Your parents aren't going to raise our child, we are, and i know you will be a great mother, just the way you defend and teach the children you teach shows me so!" he said smiling, he helped her sit up to take the potion and took the opportunity to nuzzle her neck.
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