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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 3:05:05 GMT -5
Shut up shut up shuddup! He tried to convince himself that she was just being over dramatic- the thoughts of anything 'happening' began to seriously freak him out and the tenser he became the pain got bigger. He twisted for a moment but dropped again and his eyes watered and burned. He needed her to stop with all that. This was nothing. A little spill. A tiny fall. Just some stomach cramps...
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 3:10:14 GMT -5
If it was nothing, then why couldn't he open his eyes or speak? She saw some water leak out of Emmett's closed eyes and she gently wiped it away with her thumb. Her own tears were left untouched, she couldn't worry about herself. She didn't talk anymore, her throat felt too tight and she could hardly swallow. She just stroked his hair with one hand and kept his body still with the other one. She was trying to calm him down as well as herself and trying to convince herself that nothing bad was actually happening.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 3:17:49 GMT -5
He struggled against her for a moment but his stregth was little. Emmett's shoulders began to shake as he turned his cheek and chin into his shoulders. He was surely freaking out, only stirred more by her soothing. It told him something was wrong. He could hear the rush of chatter around them and he knew a scene had been made. It only bothered him more and he became even more uneasy. His hand went back to the carpet, as if digging his claws up, but then pawed around.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 3:21:01 GMT -5
She quickly took his hand and held it tightly in her own. "Emmett. Stop. Please," she choked out. "You're fine, everything's fine. Stop, please."
Soon enough, she heard a distant sound of sirens. Then, two men were bursting into the library with a stretcher. The crowd tipped them off to where the incident was, and they were pushing through to get to Emmett and Caylee.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 4:11:13 GMT -5
Emmett felt his body reshape itself as hands studied him and he curled up squeezing Caylee's hand back intensely now. He wasn't sure what was happening but he could figure it was help- the siren's ringing loudly in his ears, surprisingly drowning out all the mutters, whispers, and hear say from the crowd. He could tell the men weren't sure if it'd be okay to move him. A woman spoke to Caylee but he couldn't understand what was being said. He just struggled and squeezed her hand.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 4:15:30 GMT -5
The woman was telling Caylee to let go of Emmett, but she wouldn't have any of it. She held on tighter as he squeezed her hand. The men lifted up Emmett and laid him on the stretcher, strapping him in, Caylee moving with them. One of them put his hand on her shoulder and told her that she'd have to stay here.
"No. Please," she implored him tearfully. "H-he's... my brother..."
The medic sighed and reluctantly said that she could come along, but she'd had to keep up. So, she was running along with the medics and Emmett, grasping his hand.
Emmett was loaded into the back of the ambulance and Caylee crawled in after him. Her hand never left him, just as she never left his side.
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