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Post by Sam on Aug 30, 2006 23:30:09 GMT -5
Sam dropped her guitar with a clatter and caught Celina as she slumped, laying her flat on the bed. She looked at her guitar, dented now as it was, and said, stung, "I meant something good." She pulled out her wand and muttered, "Reparo," fixing her guitar and slinging it over her back. She sat back down beside Celina and whispered, "How can you cure emotion? Everyone is supposed to have emotion." She had a sudden thought. It was risky, but it might work. She decided she better wait for Celina to wake up first so she could ask her opinion.
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Post by Celina on Aug 30, 2006 23:31:18 GMT -5
After about an hour and a half, Celina woke up, still in pain. "Emotion....." she said weakly.
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Post by Sam on Aug 30, 2006 23:33:00 GMT -5
Sam jumped up from where she had been sitting beside Celina's bed, half-asleep with her head in her hands. "Celina, you're awake. I have something to ask you."
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Post by Celina on Aug 30, 2006 23:34:19 GMT -5
Celina watched Sam jump. "Go.....ahead." Celina said.
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Post by Sam on Aug 30, 2006 23:37:08 GMT -5
Sam was nervous. She didn't know how this would turn out. "Okay, you know how, when you have a fever, you're supposed to sweat it out?"
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Post by Celina on Aug 30, 2006 23:37:54 GMT -5
Celina nodded.
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Post by Sam on Aug 30, 2006 23:41:28 GMT -5
Sam swallowed. "Well, I was thinking. You said she gave your emotions back to you, after taking them away? What if, what you need to do, is sweat them out? When I played that song, you said there was too much sadness. Am I right in thinking you were thinking about ..." She hesitated, but plunged on. "About when you're mother died?"
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Post by Celina on Aug 30, 2006 23:43:44 GMT -5
Celina looked at the ceiling. "Not just my mom....someone else.....but I cannot tell. I.....will live." she said, looking back at Sam. "I will live."
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Post by Sam on Aug 30, 2006 23:48:47 GMT -5
Sam nodded. "Yeas, but you're in pain. I was thinking, perhaps we need to overload you with emotion, the same way one might rap a person who has a fever up in blankets." She took her guitar off her back. "I-If I played you that song ...." She looked around the hospital wing, nitcing something out of the corner of her eye. "Yes ... it most likely would hurt, but you'd have you're emotion back. And I think I might be able to do something about the pain." Sam walked over to a cabinet and started rfiling through it. "Of course you'd hace to stay awake as well, and I can help with that."
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Post by Celina on Aug 30, 2006 23:54:55 GMT -5
"Sam, that is a very good idea. But I do not need anything to cure me anymore. I had a dream, that I'd get better, soon. I have always been in pain, just never felt it. So....I feel it now. Our bodies cure themselves. That's one thing I know. Please, do not go through the cabinet. There is nothing. I have always been heartbroken, but now it just got a bit worse. There is nothing in there to mend a broken heart. You are very sweet, Sam, but I do not need any help." Celina said. "Please do not try to save me, waste your energy, because of me."
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Post by Celina on Aug 31, 2006 0:00:01 GMT -5
"My heart is way too hurt. I see this now. No cure." Celina said, as she was about to get up to leave.
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Post by Sam on Aug 31, 2006 0:00:51 GMT -5
Sam looked up at Celina, alittle cross. "'Just goten a bit worse', eh? You're in pain! I'm not trying to be sweet, I'm trying to help you not be in pain. And I'm not looking for anything to cure you in here. That's waht the music is for." She said, sticking her head in the cabinet once more. She came out with several bottles full of concoctions. "I'm going to try my hand at potions."
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Post by Sam on Aug 31, 2006 0:02:19 GMT -5
She saw Celina about to leave. "And sit!" She said, using a tone that would have a made Army Genreal proud.
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Post by Celina on Aug 31, 2006 0:03:10 GMT -5
"Stop! Did you not hear what I just said? Nothing can cure me! It's too far gone!" Celina said to Sam. "Please, leve me be. I'll be fine. If you want me to get better, trust me."
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Post by Sam on Aug 31, 2006 0:05:26 GMT -5
Sam faltered. "Are you absolutely sure?"
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