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Post by Michelle on Dec 6, 2009 0:33:22 GMT -4
DJ stopped as he noticed Shannon wheeling herself out of the room. He waited until she was in front of him before he pushed her wheelchair along from behind.
He said nothing until they got outside. It was dark; stars twinkled against navy, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. They reached the stables; the horses had no reaction to their arrival. DJ stopped pushing Shannon.
“Is here okay?” he stopped by a tree right at the entrance of the stables.
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Post by River on Dec 6, 2009 0:38:49 GMT -4
Shannon smiled. "Perfect. Thanks for the lift. Now, you wanna tell me what's wrong?" she asked, concern in her ebony-black eyes.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 6, 2009 0:51:26 GMT -4
He sat himself down next to her wheelchair, cross-legged.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong if you tell me what’s wrong, yeah?” DJ turned his head to look at her, a serious look painted on his face.
“Fair deal?”
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Post by River on Dec 6, 2009 0:53:16 GMT -4
"Very fair," Shannon agreed. "You first," she said with a smile.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 6, 2009 1:13:03 GMT -4
“I had this ex named Allison a while back…” He began, looking up at the stars, trying to picture Allison’s face among them. Her bleached blonde hair, her silvery eyes…
“And she was like, my best friend since I was three. And we started dating about a few years back.”
DJ gulped, still doing his best to look straight ahead. He didn’t want to see Shannon’s reaction to the next sentence he was about to utter. His face felt warm, and he could feel tears streaking from his blue eyes...
“Before I came here…only six months back…she…she committed suicide.”
DJ shook his head with a sniff.
“No signs, no talk. She just…went for it.”
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Post by River on Dec 6, 2009 1:16:28 GMT -4
"Oh, DJ," Shannon whispered. She ignored the pain it caused and leaned forward in her chair to wrap her arms around him "I'm so sorry, that must have been awful for you. I cannot even imagine..."
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Post by Michelle on Dec 6, 2009 1:52:25 GMT -4
DJ carefully pushed Shannon’s arms off. He stood to full height.
“Don’t do that, you’ll fall over,” he said with a laugh, fresh tears still on his cheeks. “And if that happens, I don’t want to be the one to put you back up.”
He leaned in and hugged her tightly.
“Thanks anyway.”
DJ momentarily thought about telling her the rest of the story, but he decided to leave it there.
“Wait a sec,” he said, walking into the stable. He came out a few moments later with a stool. He placed it across from Shannon’s wheelchair.
“There, so you can try any funny business,” he joked.
“I’ve told you my story, you tell me yours now.”
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Talking
Dec 6, 2009 11:00:51 GMT -4
Post by River on Dec 6, 2009 11:00:51 GMT -4
Shannon suspected there might be more to his story, but she decided not to press him. It must be painful enough as it was. "Oh, well your story makes mine look like pathetic complaining. I no longer have a right to complain about anything." she stated firmly, giving him a small smile.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 7, 2009 6:56:56 GMT -4
“You do know the whole point of me telling you my story was so you could learn that talking helps, even if you don’t want to talk, right?” DJ laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes. He positioned his hands on her shoulders, leaning in so they met face to face. “Hey, a problem’s a problem, no matter how small. So, tell me anything you want, and I’ll help in any way I can, even if all I can do is listen, yeah?”
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Post by River on Dec 7, 2009 9:47:13 GMT -4
She chuckled. "You would make a good counsellor. I don't know...it hurts every time I move, and I have managed to get up on horseback, but it hurts like blazes afterward, and...I don't know if it's ever going to go away."
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Post by Michelle on Dec 8, 2009 8:45:35 GMT -4
He rolled his head back, his steel-blue eyes staring at the sky as he contemplated what Shannon had told him.
“Hmmmm…” DJ spoke after he was sure all the blood had rose to his head. “Have you seeked medical attention? Maybe some very strong painkillers will work. Not like the ones that get rid of headaches and such…Much stronger. There’s a hospital around town. If you want, I can head down with you when you’re free.”
He did his best to give a calm, reassuring look to Shannon.
“Remember, we’ll get through in the end, and the pain will go away in time.”
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Post by River on Dec 8, 2009 8:50:59 GMT -4
Shannon smiled. "DJ you're sweet. I'm already on the maximum amount of painkillers my doctor would give me, but perhaps the hospital would see it differently? Thank you for the offer."
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Post by Michelle on Dec 9, 2009 2:48:43 GMT -4
“Ah, well…It’s what my dad would say. As much as he hates to admit it, he says it’s always good to get a second opinion.”
DJ returned her smile with his own wide grin.
“So, are we goi-“ He stopped his sentence mid-way, sniffing the air. “I smell sea water!”
DJ leaped off his chair, walking to a bush nearby.
“Jeez, you need a bath, Goldfish, I can smell you a mile away!”
The golden dog emerged out of the bushes, yapping at DJ’s ankles with excitement, jumping up to sniff at his pockets. DJ laughed, taking another dog biscuit for the stray.
“I’m sorry about that,” he said, patting Goldfish’s coat as she ate. “But as I was saying, are we going to the hospital? I’m free every weekend, and I can go after I give this filthy dog a bath.”
He grinned, hoping Shannon got the joke.
(Again, Goldfish is up for god-moding, since she's not exactly a character XD)
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Post by River on Dec 9, 2009 7:36:46 GMT -4
Shannon laughed and reached over to pet goldfish. "Sure," she said. "I really appreciate this, by the way."
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Talking
Dec 9, 2009 19:16:02 GMT -4
Post by Michelle on Dec 9, 2009 19:16:02 GMT -4
"Hey, it's no problem." DJ said, returning to his stool. "We're pretty much friends now, and it's what friends do."
He looked down momentarily, feeling Goldfish licking his leg. He laughed, giving the golden dog another biscuit.
"Just see me in room 305 when you're ready to go. Or see me at the beach, it depends on the weather."
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