[ SOLANUM ] Marsha
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				Title: <strong>[ SOLANUM ] Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 15:51:39</strong>
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				Tuesday 4th September. The first day of a new school term.<br>The morning is bright and sunny with a slight chill in the air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 15:58:54</strong>
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				Marsha sighed as her son Bernie threw another load of food across the kitchen table at his sister, "Bernie!", she waved threatingly with the spoon, "That's the last time you do that, or I'll hit you around your head with it!", Bernie nodded and blushed, "Apologise to your sister", as they did she turned back. Children, she sighed softly. She placed the cake batter into the oven, when she got back.<br><br>Then grabbed Bernie and Janine's jackets, walking them to the Ford Escort parked out front they slipped into the backseat. Both dressed in there school uniforms, as she stopped she told them that she would pick them up later that day. They nodded and quickly walked away, Marsha put the car into D and drove off. Pulling it to the side of the road somewhere, opening her purse she pulled out her last dirty pleasure. Lighting the cigarrette she sighed softly. At least that felt good.<br><br>The thirty-something mom, her hair not done really. Just hanging loosely around her shoulders stared into the rear-view mirror, her eyes closing for a moment. She contemplated her life for a moment, but found that she was even more lost without her abusive husband. Turning the ignition and throwing the cigarette out of the window she drove off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 16:33:30</strong>
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				Jack Smith was in his front garden when Marsha got into her car and drove off, he shook his head&nbsp; "A shame such a pretty young thing has so much stress" he said to him seld and he carfully pulled out the young nettle before throwing it in his wheel barrow. At sixty years old he was still quite spritely for his age and spent most of his time either gardening or doing cross words. He had lived on his own for four years ever since his wife had died of cancer, his daughters visited him when they could but most of his time was spent by him self.<br><br>Sighing he went back into the house for a mcuh needed sit down and a cup of tea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 18:55:05</strong>
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				Marsha stared at Jack Smith's house as she turned into the driveway, stepping out of the car she sighed softly. "Is this your life Marsha..?", she sighed again and walked inside, starting to do those things that a house mom does. Cleaning, Ironing and cooking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 22:38:50</strong>
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				About half an hour later there is a gentle knock at the door followed by a male voice coming through the letter box "Hello, any body at home?" <br>The voice belongs to Jack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 22:41:35</strong>
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				Marsha cursed as she burned her finger, "Just great..", she turned the stove down a notch. The report on the radio wasn't that concerning, well she hadn't really heard it either. She had a small cloth wrapped around her index finger as she opened the door. "Hello Jack", she said with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 22:46:07</strong>
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				“Hello dear” jack returned the smile and held up the kettle he was holding in his hand " I don't suppose you know how to fix this thing do you? I was going to have a cup of tea and the damm thing just stopped working" <br><br>He looked forlorn at the thought of missing out on one of life’s pleasures<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 22:49:46</strong>
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				Marsha smiled and took the kettle, the temperature gage was broken. "No I don't.. I'll leave it here. I'll put the kettle on. Take a seat", she smiled and stepped into the kitchen. "Green Tea or Cinamon?", she spoke to Jack from the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-01-2007, 23:16:14</strong>
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				Settling him self down on the sofa Jack called back "I don't want to be any bother, but I don't suppose you have any PG tips do you?" he asked hopefully. jake didn't hold with all these new fangled herbal tea's.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>03-01-2007, 11:06:23</strong>
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				Marsha opened a few boxes and smiled, "We've got some", the kettle whistled on the stove. Taking it off she poured them both a cup of tea. Walking back into the room she had let her pan down to nothing, she could always cook it up again. "So how are you Jack?", she said, Marsha was fairly fit. Not from gym but just running and house work it seemed and eating well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>04-01-2007, 00:00:17</strong>
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				Picking up the cup Jack sipped the tea and sighed "I've been wanting this all day" he said with a satified smile.<br>"Oh I'm fine dear, keep myself busy you know . What with the garden and my crosswords I never seem to rest" He chuckled as he took another sip of the refreshing drink.<br>"How about you, your little'uns must keep you on your toes"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-01-2007, 08:11:55</strong>
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				Marsha smiled at Jack, "Somewhat yes. There quite the busy pair those two.. your garden is looking nice", she gave another smile a sincere one. She sighed softly, "It's nice to have someone to talk too?" more of a question but also an answer. A double meaning in that sentence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 01:46:46</strong>
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				Jake smiled at this "Yes, I know what you mean. I don't get much adult company either"<br>He sighed sadly "My daughters don't visit much, not that they don't want to it's just they don't seem to have the time"<br><br>Picking up his tea Jake sipped it again "Still you and your husband must go out occasionly?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 05:08:48</strong>
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				Marsha nodded softly "I imagine that's how it well get for me later as well when there both away, some peace and quiet. Perhaps to much", she saddened a bit at the question of her husband. Following the ring of her cup she smiled sadly, "Sometimes".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 00:28:42</strong>
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				Jake sensed that Masha was upset and decided to change the subject.<br>"I was going to go to the local for a quick pint, why don't you come along dear? get yourself out of the house for a while" He patted her hand in a freindly manner "Looks to me as if you could do with the company"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 05:29:08</strong>
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				Marsha gave Jake a very welcome smile, "I would.. but I've got dinner to make Jake", she was happy that the older man had given her the option at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 02:31:57</strong>
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				Jake smiled " You sure dear? It's a nice little pub..not far from here"<br>To be honest Jake had intended to go futher afield as he didn't realy like the Irish after what had happened to him when he was in the army in the 70's but if it got Marsha out of her house for a while he could put up with them for a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 05:39:23</strong>
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				Marsha nodded softly, "Yeah, wouldn't want Paul to get upset when his dinner isn't ready in time. It was a nice gesture Jake", she smiled at him gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 05:51:39</strong>
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				Jake smiled as he got up "Well I'll leave you to it dear, thank you for the cuppa"<br>Moving towards the door he turned "I'll wet my whistle with a couple of pints then I'll think I'll buy a new kettle"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 05:55:54</strong>
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				Marsha nodded at him, "Not a problem, if you ever need another. You can come over", she stared at the broken kettle on the counter. "I'll toss that one into the recycle bin, unless you wanted it", waiting for him to answer before he left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 05:59:25</strong>
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				"No I don't need it dear and best to save the planet I reckon " he said with the conviction of some one who didn't realy understand the importance.<br>As he placed his hand on the handle of the front door he looked slightly worried "You keep an eye on your self dear, and those kid's of yours. The walls are pretty thin round here and .......well...... lets just say I've heard you and your husband have the odd fight or two"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 06:03:59</strong>
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				Marsha blushed, "Thank you Jake. I will", she turned around and grabbed the kettle, walking outside to place the thing in there recycle bin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 06:08:13</strong>
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				Annoyed with him self for his blunder Jake stood at the door wondering what to do.<br>Eventually he gathered him self, quitley closed the door and walked down the road towards the Pub. He told himself that he would pop by tomorrow and apologise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 06:11:56</strong>
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				Marsha continued on with her work, she listened to the radio. "Corpses..", she chuckled, strange kids these days during the holiday season. She finished up her chores at home, finally finishing the day with cooking the remainder of the food again. A nice thick pea-soup, stirring it she stared at the clock. Paul should have been home ten minutes ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 06:39:00</strong>
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				Some twenty minutes later there was a loud knocking at the front door<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 06:44:20</strong>
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				Marsha tucked her wiping cloth in the corner of her pants and walked over, Paul had a key. And he was bringing the children home from school, she didn't even check to see who it was. Simply popped the door open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 06:46:17</strong>
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				Two police officers were standing on the door step. They both had the look of people who didn't really want to be doing what they had to.<br>The WPC stepped forward "Mrs Barlowe" she asked simply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 19:19:54</strong>
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				Marsha stared at both of the officers, she gulped softly. Those looks, bad news. Very bad news. She answered with an suddenly extremly dry throat, "Yes?", staring at them. Looking scared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 01:26:08</strong>
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				The WPC placed her hand on Marsha's arm, "Could you come with us please Mrs Barlowe? There has been an accident, your children are safe but I'm afraid your husband has been take to the hospital"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 05:14:59</strong>
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				She nodded, "Offcourse, let me just turn the cooker off", she ran back with a huge lump in her throat and slid it to off. Walking towards the door again, leaving her cooking cloth behind and tossing on her coat. "Should I take my car?", she asked, holding her keys.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 01:14:15</strong>
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				The WPC shook her head, "no thats ok Mrs Barlowe we'll take you" She stepped back to allow marsha to pass as the male officer went to the car and opened the back door for thier passenger to get in.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 05:23:04</strong>
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				Marsha nodded and went into the back of there car, stepping in. She held her purse placed on her lap, she was quite afraid of what was to come next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>18-01-2007, 01:19:17</strong>
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				The police drove Marsha straight to the hospital, when they arrived the male officer stayed in the car while the WPC helped Marsha out of the car and led her staright to intensive care.<br><br>her two children were sitting on chairs next to the Nurses station with another WPC careing for them. As soon as they saw their mum they sprung from the chairs and ran staright for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>18-01-2007, 05:20:23</strong>
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				Marsha was scared when she saw the neon sign of the hospital, but she followed the WPC towards the intensive care unit. Staring around she noticed her two children, she wrapped her arms around them. Holding them tightly clutched to her chest. "Is everything alright?", she quickly asked them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 23:51:01</strong>
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				Before her children had time to answer the doctor attending came up to her, "Would you come with me Mrs Barlowe" he asked abruptly.<br><br>The WPC rooled her eyes at the Dr's complte lack of bed side manner, she had dealt with him before and knew that even though he was gruff and impolite, Marsha's husband was in the best hands.<br><br>"You go Mrs Barlowe, I'll stay and look after the children" as she talked the WPC reached into her Vest and pulled out a small canister and showed it to the children "Do you want to CS a drunk?" she asked jokingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>05-02-2007, 05:49:23</strong>
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				Marsha stared at the doctor, she wanted to say something. But she stood and followed him, "Offcourse Doctor, what's wrong with my husband?", she asked while following him offcourse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 00:08:28</strong>
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				The doctor led Marsha down a hall way to a set of doors with a large Bio hazard sign on the front of them, placing his hand on the handle he turned to her "Your husband is in her Mrs Barlowe, I do have to warn you he is in quite a state"<br><br>As he opened the doors a wave of air rushed past them into the bio hazard area "The is a bio secure unit, You won't be able to go into your husbands room but you can see him through the glass"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 05:57:55</strong>
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				Marsha shivered softly at that Bio Hazard sign, "Yes Doctor", she said, nodding softly. What had happened to him, chemical spill perhaps, "Alright... where is he doctor?", she asked, wondering what had happened to him to make him end up here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 02:30:04</strong>
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				Looking at his notes the doctor paused "errrrrrrrrr it seems he was in a fight" he glanced back at his notes again "Yes there was an altication I belive and your husband was caught up in it"<br><br>He took Marsha's arm gently and led her futher down the corridor towards another set of doors where figures in Military green isolation suits could be seen walking amongst several bed with patients that appeared to be shackled to their beds.<br><br>"I have to warn you Mrs Barlowe your husband may not recognise you" He said as they stopped out side of a room where a lone male was being cared for by a nurse with an armed guard. <br>The figure of Marsha's husband shifted his head as the shadow of the Doctor and his wife crossed in to view, instantly his teeth snapped together menaceingly and the shackles that held him down went taught as he tried to move from the bed.<br><br>There were no obvious wounds on his body but the Doctor clarrified what was wrong "Your husband was bitten during the fight Mrs Barlowe, On the chest .
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-02-2007, 06:33:53</strong>
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				Marsha shivered as she saw her husband, the other patients she noticed. But not fully, but staring at her husband. Snapping his teeth, his shackled arms and legs straining. "What's.. wrong.. doctor.. why is he acting like this?", she said, shivering all-over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 01:35:23</strong>
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				The Doctor was busy looking through the glass at Mr Barlowe, he had the look of a scientist studying a lab rat.<br>"Our best guess so far is a viral zoonotic, possibly Aravan virus or maybe Duvenhage virus." He broke his gaze from the patient focused on Marsha "My own personal theory is Afriacn Rabies" he smiled thinly "Either way we are dealing with a Lyssavirus , best treatment I can recommend is Induced coma which we have had limited succes with"<br><br>The Doctor held out a clip board "If you would sign this concent Mrs Barlowe we can start the treatment staright away"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 07:29:49</strong>
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				Marsha stared at the doctor as he studied him, she shivered softly when he began to speak. Viral infections, what was going on. Was it the same with all these people here as well, she gulped. "Induced coma.. will he ever wake up doctor?", she held the clipboard tight in her hand, shaking softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 12:42:52</strong>
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				"Oh yes, what happens is that we will give him a controled dose of pentobarbital to relive any brain pressure. After a few weeks the virus should have worked it's way out and then we can stop the treatment, your husband should wake up on his own"<br>The Doctor sounded quite pleased with himself as if this was his baby, in fact this was a relitvly new procedue and no one knew if it would actually work as predicted.<br><br>"Now if you would sign the papers Mrs Barlowe, and I'll take you for a coffee while a nurse starts the treatment" The Doctor held out a pen for her to use.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 13:51:24</strong>
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				Marsha gulped softly, taking the pen and hastily signing her husband's treatment form. "Just.. get him better doctor..", she said with a deep sadness written across her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marsha</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 23:22:13</strong>
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				"We'll try our...." at that moment alarms started going off in the whole area.<br>Doctors and nurses in bio suits ran about checking on patients at the same time others came rushing towards them from other parts of the hospital.<br><br>"Shit" the doctor exclaimed "You have to leave now" he said as he pushed Marsha towards the exit. Before she could get to the door however it closed automatically with a click as the electronic locks snapped into place.<br><br>A loud piecing scream came from one of the rooms, a scream loud enough to be heard over the cacophony of the alarms.<br>
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