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Post by Alec Bryant on Feb 1, 2009 16:52:00 GMT -5
Alec looked at her with surprise. Tight jeans were definitely not made for running, he narrowed his eyes looking straight ahead. He continued sprinting, he was surprised he hadn't given out before he reached the book. He wiped sweat from his forehead with his hand, somehow he had to slow down, the finish line was too close for comfort now.
He leaped forward in an attempt to make it easier to slow down. How could she still be right there with him? Whatever it was, no matter what he did, it hadn't left her in the dust. He hit the ground immediately slowing down, he angled his feet for a slide. Whatever happened he sure hoped it worked out, the last he needed was to get hurt in a race for a bloody book. [/font]
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Post by Clarissa Swanson on Feb 1, 2009 17:09:03 GMT -5
Clarissa paid no attention to him as she sprinted to the finish line, almost panting now. In fact, she didn't even see him dropped to the ground as they neared the finish line. She should have paid attention. Something caught her foot - one of his limbs - and she flew forward, headed straight for the ground. They had been running to close to each other, just inches apart. An accident was bound to happen.
The ground came as if in slow motion. She twisted so that she would land on her left shoulder and not her face, careful not to throw her arms out like a maniac and end up breaking a wrist. With a gasp, she hit the ground, halfway past the finish line. The pain didn't come for about half a minute because the force of the landing had made her somewhat numb from her elbow to her shoulder. |
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Post by Alec Bryant on Feb 1, 2009 17:16:35 GMT -5
Alec continued sliding, he let go of the book to stop himself. She hit him in the arm, he saw her fall forward. Everything happened so fast, he pushed himself up and made himself stop. He bent down as if gasping for air. He turned to look at her,"You okay?"
His voice soft but breathless. He moved towards her swiftly,"Where did you hit the ground?" he was more worried about her than even of himself. He wasn't really hurt other than maybe some bruises and a small gash on his ankle from the slide. He tried helping her sit up, he didn't want to touch her much in fear of touching a hurt spot. "I'm sorry..." he said, he almost felt dizzy. What if she had broken something? It was totally his fault! [/font]
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Post by Clarissa Swanson on Feb 1, 2009 17:32:32 GMT -5
Then the pain hit. It was sharp and it stung. The world spun as he helped her sit up and she felt the pain on her arm. She was gasping for breath and it took her a minute to even out her breathing, swallowing before she started to talk. "My arm," she gasped, breathless. She touched her left arm with gentle fingers and felt a sharp pain there. When she looked at her right hand, it was spotted with blood. Shit, she thought as she wiped her fingers on the ground. She was vaguely aware of him standing next to her. "Don't apologize. It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention," she said quietly. She looked down and winced. Now that she could see it, it seemed to hurt more. From her elbow to her shoulder and about three inches in width was where she had hit the ground and slid. Flecks of blood were emerging and tricking down her arm slowly. Clarissa sucked in a deep breath and tried not to gasp in pain. |
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Post by Alec Bryant on Feb 1, 2009 17:41:05 GMT -5
Alec grabbed his book and moved to her right side and picked her up. He looked around for a second and moved toward the gate. He used his foot to unlatch it and kick it open. Suddenly he couldn't think straight,'For the love of god where do I go?!' he continued walking forward, people stopped to let him pass.
He looked at her,"Help me out here if you can...Where do we go?" he asked her. His eyes moved from hers and he looked around. 'Think, for Christs sake!' but nothing came. "Is your arm broken?" he asked, if it was, she could go into shock. If not, he could go back into the science center and get some paper towel for a temporary 'bandage'. [/font]
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Post by Clarissa Swanson on Feb 1, 2009 18:03:58 GMT -5
Clarissa let him help her up, quite sure there was nothing wrong with her from the waist down. From the stands, she could feel people's eyes on them but she she didn't turn around to glare at them. She turned her attention to him when he spoke. "Just... set me down somewhere," she answered. "I don't think anything's broken, but I might have infected the... wound." She had no other word for it. "It stings." She winced as a breeze tickled the raw skin and she held her arm away from her body, so that she wouldn't stain it with blood. Racing him had probably been a bad idea. It was fun, yes, but this was... well, she hadn't really been thinking ahead, like asking herself 'What would happen if one of us got hurt?' |
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Post by Alec Bryant on Feb 1, 2009 19:42:47 GMT -5
Alec bit his lip, he moved toward the Science Center. "Alright." he opened the door moving inside. He set her down on a bench. "Anything I can do?" he looked to the left and a few people stood there. He rolled his eyes and looked back at her.
He sat next to her, not sure what else to do. "I'm really sorry..." he said looking at her. Maybe it would have been better had he not asked them to run. He could have run back gotten it and asked her to wait there. He leaned back closing his eyes with a sigh. He felt guilty, whether it was his fault or not. He wished it had been him, he wished he had told her to be careful. [/font]
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Post by Clarissa Swanson on Feb 1, 2009 20:16:51 GMT -5
They moved inside and the cool blast from the air conditioners felt nice against her skin. She winced as she moved her arm as they sat on the bench, carefully not to touch anything with it. "It's okay," she said quietly, not really knowing why she was talking softly. "I should have paid more attention." She put her right hand on his shoulder and smiled. Really, she'd had worst. She would live.
"Um, now that you mention it..." she said, looking back at her arm. "Are there any paper towels in any of the rooms? I don't want to get anything bloody. And I just don't want to have to deal with it getting infected." That was her main worry. Every little cut she got, her mother would insist on rubbing it with this brown, icky liquid from a bottle that made her wound bubble and sting. She hated it. At least she wouldn't have to deal with it here. Still, she didn't want it infected. |
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Post by Alec Bryant on Feb 1, 2009 20:23:29 GMT -5
Alec nodded. "I'll find something." he got up from the bench and walked down the hall. Usually there were paper towels or plain towels in the lab closets. He opened the door to a room and turned on the light, no one was using the room. He moved to a closet and opened the door. And of course there were a few clean, folded towels. He grabbed one and turned. A person walked by and raised an eyebrow at him.
He walked across the room and turned off the light shutting the door. He ran back down the hallway and stopped at a water fountain. He poured some water on the towel and then hurried back to Clarissa. "There is some water on the towel so be careful, If you want I can go ask the desk if they have any hydrogen peroxide." He gave an apologize smile and sat down next to her again holding the towel out to her, he didn't feel he was of much help at all. How could he make it up to her? He sat there thinking. [/font]
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Post by Clarissa Swanson on Feb 1, 2009 20:53:02 GMT -5
Clarissa watched him go, then turned to look down the other end of the hallway. It was quite empty, besides the wide-eyed Junior who was staring at her arm. Clarissa cleared her throat. "Can I help you?" she asked. The Junior looked surprised, as if it were a shock to be caught staring. She shook her head and hurried out the door. Clarissa smirked and leaned her head against the wall, closing her eyes.
She heard Alec's footsteps returning and she smiled when she saw the towel. "No, its okay. Thanks." She took the towel and several drops of icy water dripped into her hand. Slowly, she touched it to her skin and hissed. Cautiously, she tried it again, ignoring the sting. She draped the towel over it, letting the cool water numb her arm. She drew in a deep breath and waited for her skin to get used to the towel until there wasn't a sting anymore.
"So..." she began, trailing off. She didn't really have anything to say, but the silence was getting to her. |
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Post by Alec Bryant on Feb 1, 2009 21:04:26 GMT -5
Alec looked at her,"Soooo hows the arm?" he asked. He pulled his leg up onto the bench so he could rest his head on his knee. He closed his eyes, he began to have a headache. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, he read a text he had been sent and put the phone back in his pocket.
It made him feel bad, that she had gotten hurt, and he had only just met her. He let out a sigh, and turned his head to look at her. If only she knew that he wished it had happened to him and not her. He looked to the left away from her now, empty. That was a good thing, no one was staring. [/font]
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Post by Clarissa Swanson on Feb 1, 2009 21:18:20 GMT -5
"It's doing okay," she replied and stifled a yawn. She was getting tired, after spending almost all night yesterday studying. She looked away when he pulled out his phone. She'd learned from past experience that reading over someone's shoulder was rude and annoying. She waited for him to put it away.
With a sigh, she turned to look at him and smiled. Unconciously, she laid her head on his shoulder and sighed again. She was tired, but that wasn't the only reason she'd done that. "Don't worry about me, really. I've had worse," she said softly, not wanting to revisit the one time she... well, she didn't want to think about it. At least the hallway was empty now, with no one staring or whispering or giggling. |
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Post by Alec Bryant on Feb 1, 2009 21:26:37 GMT -5
Alec smirked and lifted his head up while putting his arm around her. He didn't want to hurt her arm so he stayed as still as possible. He rested his other arm across his knee. "Honestly, I don't think I've ever been that scared about anything..." he admitted with a small laugh.
He bit his lip nervously. She seemed tired,"You look tired, you want to head to your dorm?" he asked looking at her with a small smile. Looking away from her was never easy, he felt he could just stare forever. He could be in a crowd of people, and when looking at her, she and he would be the only ones there. He looked away after a second. He was almost scared this wall all a dream, a wonderful too good to be true dream. [/font]
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Post by Clarissa Swanson on Feb 1, 2009 21:34:01 GMT -5
Clarissa smiled when he put his arm around her. It felt nice. "Showoff," she muttered, grinning. Everyone had a stupid fear. Even her ever-calm and collected father. He was afraid of cats. She was afraid of spiders. She tilted her head slightly upwards so she could see his face. "Nah, I'm fine. Besides... I like it here." Honestly, she thought she could look at his face forever. Even though she'd only met him today. It was strange how things turned out.
"So, be honest, you don't mind me being... well, a hick?" she asked, wrinkling her nose at the word. That was what most people thought of when someone mentioned Texas or Alabama or Tennessee or some other state like that. |
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Post by Alec Bryant on Feb 1, 2009 22:04:14 GMT -5
Alec looked back at her,"Showoff?! hmph." he acted disgusted at the word. He smirked at her. "If you say so." he flashed a smile before turning his head as the door opened. A kid with an iPod walked by, he raised an eyebrow as the kid looked at him with a quizzical look.
He looked back at her, her question taking him by surprise. He chuckled,"No, I think how you talk is cute as well as cool. And you're not a hick." he said the last part with a shake of the head. "I should be more worried about what you think of me...What would your parents say, Hm? With that whole 'Tradition'." he teased her. [/font]
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