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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 30, 2006 0:43:38 GMT -5
Voltaire let the warmth build up from the blanket and he sighed. he waited for Isa to come back. His stomach lurched and he winced, he didn't want to be sick. He chanted in his head that he wasn't sick that he was just sleepy.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 30, 2006 0:49:46 GMT -5
Isabella came back into the Hospital Wing, carrying a tray of food. She had a potato, some thin broth, and some applesauce, as well as a pitcher of water. Also on the tray was a jar of peanut butter and some bread, and a glass of pumpkin juice. "Darling, I'm back," she said warmly. "I hope you're hungry, because you need to keep your strength up." She set the tray on a bedside table and bent down to give him a kiss on the forehead before sitting down on the chair.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 30, 2006 0:55:58 GMT -5
"Yay!" he said smiling and sitting up slowly from the bed. He began to move the pillows so he could sit up. He saw the jar of peanut butter and smiled, she remembered!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 30, 2006 1:08:26 GMT -5
"Here, let me get that," she said, moving over and helping him prop up the pillows so he could sit up. "I missed you terribly while I was gone," she said, smiling at him. She gave him another kiss and then moved the table a little closer. "We should start with the broth, in case your stomach isn't ready for the solid stuff yet," she said. She picked up a spoon and dipped it into the broth. "I'm going to feed you, and you are not allowed to argue about it."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 30, 2006 1:16:12 GMT -5
Voltaire made a face but opened his mouth and took the spoon. the broth slid down and hit his stomache like a warm wave. "so far so good" he said with a smile and waited for the next spoon full. "at least i'm not going to spit it back at you like a game...Anna loved playing that game..." he said remembering a time when he was fifteen and Anna was a toddler.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 30, 2006 1:20:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, we're going to have to get used to that soon enough," Isabella said, smiling. "But for now... you'd better not spit it out at me!" She looked at him, love shining in her eyes. "I don't care how long it takes, I'll be here with you, you know that right?" She filled up the spoon and brought it back to his mouth again.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 30, 2006 1:31:27 GMT -5
" I have no intention in covering you with broth and spit...spit maybe but that would be later" he said opening his mouth obediently.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 30, 2006 1:35:56 GMT -5
Isabella laughed. "Oh, you are bad!" she said. In that second she wished that she could be alone with him... that he wasn't in such pain so they could just be together and happy. She kissed him again before getting another spoonful of broth. "I don't know how, but somehow we've got to stop him," she said. "He's a monster, and he must be stopped!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 30, 2006 2:09:36 GMT -5
"I know I am" he said after he swallowed his broth. "I don't know how we'll stop him. All I know is that I do plan of paying him the favor back for putting us through this." he said determindly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 30, 2006 22:35:24 GMT -5
She dipped the spoon in the broth again. "How is that? Are you doing any better? Would you like to have a bite of something more solid? Or do you need a drink? Anything you want, darling, and it's yours." She was still trying to think of ways they could get back at Voldemort, but so far she was coming up blank. His strength and connections were growing at an alarming rate, and already it was hard to imagine anyone being able to defeat him. But someone had to...
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 31, 2006 23:36:39 GMT -5
"why not some of that potato? " he asked starting to enjoy the fact that he was being spoon fed by a beautiful woman. "Then maybe you and I can eat some peanutbutter!" he said waggling his eye brows. Even though he was pale and he looked a little bit clammy, he was starting to act fairly normal...for him at least.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 31, 2006 23:40:10 GMT -5
"OK," she said, smiling. She picked up the fork and scooped up some of the potato and brought it to his mouth. "But before you have any peanut butter, I want to make sure your stomach is strong enough. But I did intend to share it with you," she added with a wink. "I had a craving, and you said you liked it..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 31, 2006 23:47:35 GMT -5
Voltaire opened his mouth and ate the tater. It hit his stomach and it churned. "ugh! that tasted so good...but i don't think i can go on!" he said looking mournfully at his tater and then the peanutbutter. He took hold of Isa's hand and pouted. "I love you." he said, feeling the need to say it to her. He felt better having said it to her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 1, 2006 21:48:04 GMT -5
"And I love you," she said softly. She pressed her fingertips to her lips and kissed them, then touched them to his lips. "And I'm not leaving your side again until you're well enough to leave here with me." She put the tray aside and pulled the blankets up to his chin. "Now, darling, why don't you get some rest, OK? I'll be right here with you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 1, 2006 21:52:13 GMT -5
Voltaire shut his eyes at first jokingly, then before he realized it, he was sleeping again deeply. he shifted lower into the pillows and began to snore lightly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 1, 2006 21:57:18 GMT -5
As he drifted off to sleep, Isabella leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She hoped that when he awoke next time, it wouldn't be in such a sudden and painful way as before. She hated to see him suffer. But for now she was content to just hold his hand and watch him sleep.
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