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Post by Blake Deimos on Apr 8, 2010 12:46:40 GMT -6
Blake came into the Hospital Wing panting and clutching the strap of his bag. He looked around and gave Madam Pomfrey a nod of his head, making motions he was visiting Nyssa. The old matron eyed him and eventually gave him a nod, going elsewhere to finish what she had been ding in the first place (filing reports). Approaching Nyssa's side, he waved and spoke softly to not disturb any other's present, "Good morning Miss Nyssa."
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Post by Gavin Dean on Apr 8, 2010 12:46:57 GMT -6
"Haha, yeah. Blake sent me some candies, a stuffed panda, and some potions, my mother sent me a birthday cake, and I haven't opened the gifts from my mom and dads," Gavin said and sat down on the end of Nyssa's bed. "I think it would be better in person. You can look at their eyes, see, feel their emotions, and they can see yours," he said.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Apr 8, 2010 12:49:38 GMT -6
"Excellent and agreed," she turned to Blake. "Good morning Blake!"
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Post by Blake Deimos on Apr 8, 2010 12:58:04 GMT -6
"Good Morning Gavvy," Blake smiled warmly to the Prefect and scooted closer to the bed, leaning over and inspecting Nyssa, "You're right, you look healthy to me.. But are you sure you're okay?"
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Apr 8, 2010 13:00:14 GMT -6
"I'm fine," she said to Blake. "I tend to get really bad anxiety attacks occasionally. Madame Pomfrey gave me a potion to calm my nerves but it ended up knocking me out for 16 hours."
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Post by Blake Deimos on Apr 8, 2010 13:02:37 GMT -6
"Sixteen hours? That's not normal for a calming potion Miss Nyssa, not even if you were exhausted after your anxiety attack. I can see why she would keep you-- I would have too." Blake frowned and looked over the girl again, and she really did look fine. Nyssa had a decent color to her cheeks, no dark bruises under her eyes, she wasn't in tremors or favoring any sides of her stomach.. He hummed in thought.
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Apr 8, 2010 13:04:44 GMT -6
"Sit down. You're making me nervous," she said jokingly.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Apr 8, 2010 13:07:45 GMT -6
Blake flushed and took a seat, fumbling with the hems of his sleeves, "I don't mean to, I'm just worried I guess. I haven't really had a friend in the hospital before, and if they've been there, I wasn't told so I wouldn't know.."
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Apr 8, 2010 13:12:42 GMT -6
"Don't worry about me ok?" she smiled. "How have you been?"
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Post by Blake Deimos on Apr 8, 2010 13:16:41 GMT -6
Smiling a little, he looked up and played with the ends of his hair in thought instead of humming. "I'm... good, I guess would be the way to put how I feel. Not great, not fine, just good. There's nothing to complain about, nothing that's bad, but nothing that's out of this constellation fantastic. How about you..? Aside from being locked in here."
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Apr 8, 2010 13:20:17 GMT -6
She chuckled. "I'm good. Ready to be out of here. I don't deal well with being one place for long."
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Post by Blake Deimos on Apr 8, 2010 13:24:43 GMT -6
"You must feel like a caged animal then, taken from your life and home to sit and stare at the same things day in and day out without any relief," he expressed to Nyssa sadly, understanding that being confined to a bed was nothing short of deathly boring. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Apr 8, 2010 13:26:02 GMT -6
"Your company is more than enough," she said. "Madame Pomfrey isn't much for socializing."
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Post by Blake Deimos on Apr 8, 2010 13:28:14 GMT -6
"Being a matron of a single ward must not leave room to socialize." Blake lifted his bag strap over his head and set it on the floor, it had started to dig into his skin even through the clothes. "What have you done today then? Is there nothing to do but lay down?"
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Post by Nyssa Pond on Apr 8, 2010 13:30:50 GMT -6
"I've done some reading. Sent a few owls. That is about it," she said in a bored tone. "You?"
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