It's In Your Best Interest  (Nirinian & Shia)
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				Title: <strong>It's In Your Best Interest  (Nirinian &amp; Shia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 18:26:09</strong>
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				<em>'Let me be one of those who tell you a story about their lives. I promise it will be interesting. I only ask you, dear reader, not to judge me. <br>We are all humans. We are all full of wishes and desires. <br>And our road... Our road is just a try to fullfill them. <br>Fortunate or less fortunate...<br><br>I gave up my carrier. I gave up many of my friends, I gave up my comfort just to be with <strong>her</strong>.<br>Am I insane? Yes, some people maybe call this like that.<br>Or am I only obsessed? Maybe. Yes. It's a better word.<br>But I simply call it: <strong>love</strong>.<br>My weird, maybe sick, maybe even pervert love.<br>But it's love.<br>Please, believe me. Because I must believe so...'</em><br><br><br><br>It was a usual late springtime morning in the green and beautiful scene of the wealthy neighbourhood where doctor Calver, this talented and acclaimed, yet quite young neurologist had her office. A private practice. It was more than a goldmine, as these kind of diseases almost always were long term and painful enough to spend lots of money on possible cures and treatments. <br><br>But Ivina didn't do it for building a worldwide carrier or creating a rich. <br><em>It was her life</em>. <br>The only reason why she didn't work for a clinic was the fact she liked to use her own methods and work in her own pace, but above all in the pace that was the most comfortable for her patients - and many times it was different than the shedule of a 24/7 spinning hospital. She was thirty-five but already had the reputation that provided her enough clients and constant work to keep her busy.<br><br>The only time she had for herself was the mornings. She always started with jogging on the exciting forest pathes in the hillside where she had her house, the heritage of her grandparents, these strange immigrants from the hazy land of Bretagne. Everything was quiet in these moments, only the sound of birds and cracking branches under her sneakers... At these times Ivina was racing with <em>herself</em>. And mostly with her past that she could never defeat...<br><br>She was tall and slim, a strong figure, completely like a man, looking at her from a greater distance, she had an interesting face with wide cheeks and oval form, narrowing sharply towards the chin, large, intelligent brown eyes, always sparkling with curiousity and hope, her limbs long and thin like those figures on ancient Egyptian wall paintings, and also the form of her eyes was somewhat Middle-Eastern shaped. Only her white skin reminded the viewer of her Europian roots. She was beautiful in her own, unic way. The chestnut brown, straight hair framed her face perfectly, but it quickly ended at the level of her long neck. She was a bit tomboyish to say so, but not definitely. She was a typical 'miss'. Single and determined, energic and restless.<br><br>At 9 o'clock AM she opened the door of her office herself, she did not apply a secretary, she did everything by herself, even if it meant less patient. But definitely a higher quality work as everything was only in her hand, and this way she could build good relation with all the families. Many times she was even their dinner guest, though in many cases she was helpless as a physician and the only thing she could do was to ease suffering and support their hope, to join their prayers... <br><em>'But this is also a part of my profession...'</em> - she reminded herself frequently. <br><br>Anyway, three things were sure: she never let down anybody she met and everybody who met her almost immediately gave her trust.<br>And that she lost the love of her life three years ago...<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's In Your Best Interest  (Nirinian &amp; Shia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 20:25:30</strong>
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				Nine o'clock. A buzzer went off in the ward, and a girl slightly opened her eyes. She blinked twice, before slowly moving her hand to a button on a big remote. She pressed wrong twice, which caused the lights to go on and the shutters to roll up, which all in all, wasn't that bad a mishap, but the third try managed to stop the buzzer.<br><br>She panted, even such small movement was like running a mile to her, at the moment. She hated it, as she looked at the remote again, to press the largest button, a red one to call the doctor in. She needed her medicine again, and some food. Catching her breath from her exertion, she looked around the room, at how it had been decorated to suit her tastes.<br><br>The walls of the room were lined with a dark red velvet, and black curtains were draped along the top of the walls, and all in all, the room was quite dreary and depressing. The doctor had disapproved, but she had pleaded to make it like this. She liked it like this.<br><br>Who she was? Oh, right. I almost forgot. You see, this girl is Jacqueline Philip-De le Sene, heir to the De le Sene fortune, which had accumulated in over two centuries worth of stock market successes. She was barely eighteen, having celebrated her birthday the week before. Her long blonde hair was spread over her pillow, but tied in two ponytails with pink ribbons. She was wearing a standard hospital gown, but she didn't really like then, always asking if she could wear a dress she liked. Now she just waited for the doctor to show up.
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 21:03:57</strong>
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				It was a special morning as on this day she had to start her worktime in a nearby hospital -one she didn't really like- where one of her new patients, the De le Sene heiress, a girl suffering from a progressive muscular disease was taken care of. She was her third doctor, as the former two had been fired, giving a negative reply to the parents to the question whether they can help their daughter or not.<br>Her answer was wise: <em>Mr. and Mrs. De le Sene, I will do my best, this I promise</em>.<br>So she got the case.<br><br>Soon she found the room and noticed her on the bed. And oh, she was a beautiful sight to look at! Right in the first moment Ivina could tell this, despite the dark tones of her enviroment. But she was shining there, like a little star.<br><em>'This background must be an effect of her condition. Minor depression, maybe... I MUST get her out of this place quickly...'</em><br>She had not checked on her yet, this was their first encounter. She brought her medication with herself, but she already did slight changes in this, to provide her a better solution. Less stress in her limbs and a sharper perception of the world around her, to make her more active. <br>&nbsp;<br>She didn't know at which point is her disease now. How much she can move herself, how understandably she can speak, how strong she can grab things. She had to run many tests on her today, but firts and foremost she had to introduce herself. Handshake was a test itself, though patients usually didn't know about this.<br><br>With a soft smile on her face her elegant, pantsuited figure sat in the chair closest to the bed, placing her bag on the desk. She never wore jewelry. This was a remnant of long years in the ER unit.<br>"Hi Jacqueline, I'm doctor Calver. <em>Ivina</em>. I'm your new neurologist. How do you feel today?"<br>And she lent her hand, very close to hers, waiting for her reply, trying to memorize every little detail...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's In Your Best Interest  (Nirinian &amp; Shia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 22:31:52</strong>
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				As the doctor came in, she blinked twice. "..You're not doctor Jackson.." she said softly, her voice a soft, gentle sound, but very faint. "..Where is he?" She looked at the new doctor, not sure why the old doctor wasn't there, and not sure if she wanted a new one.<br><br>"I take it he's...not coming back?" she asked, her voice still as soft as before. She was quite ignoring everything that she was saying, but she did hear it. "..I'm...weaker than yesterday." she said softly, looking away. She then tried to shake the woman's hand, but she couldn't manage with her right hand, so she simply lifted her left arm. "..Sorry for my rudeness.." she said softly, looking at her. She was obviously raised well, or her parents had tried to raise her well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's In Your Best Interest  (Nirinian &amp; Shia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 23:13:15</strong>
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				Ivina sighed and now sat at the edge of the bed. She had quite a good routine with teenagers and Jacqueline wasn't an exception either. Maybe her condition made her more mature, maybe not, but she <em>was</em> a teenager after all.<br>"It's okay." - she smiled at the girl softly before saying anything else.<br>So the disease already took its huge bite on her, it was obvious. Probably there wasn't much left to do at all... but she <em>had to try</em>!...<br>"Truth is.. Jacqueline.. that your parents quit applying him because he run out of ideas on how to treat your disease. I'm so sorry...... I know it's not good news for you but.. maybe you can understand them as they want the best for you... I do NOT say that I'm the best, but maybe I'm a little more experienced in this field of medicine than he was..." - she nodded slightly, despite all she said Ivina remained humble.<br><br>"I know a lot about this syndrome. And I'm gonna try to do everything I can to make you feel better, I promise you this... Is it all right with you?.. You know, I'm here to run some tests on your body today and to start to give you your modified medication.. but I do this only if you agree. If you <em>accept</em> me. Because if not.. then I'm not your doctor."<br>She looked directly into her eyes, waiting for her reply...<br>Calvert was always a fair player. This was one of the reasons why she was who she was by now.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 00:37:20</strong>
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				She looked at her, hearing her talk. She liked to listen better than to talk, she hated how weak she sounded. "..I..understand.." she finally said. "..What do you mean with changing my medication?" For the past year, she had gotten used to the medication, and she didn't know what the change in medication would do to her mental health. "..Doctor...I don't trust you." she finally said. ".I don't trust people I have never met before...so unless you can get doctor Jackson to tell me the medication is better, I won't take the medicine." She had done this with doctor Jackson as well, so she could ask him to help out, for a few days or something. She didn't want anyone touching her body or injecting her with anything that she didn't know apart from the few people that she trusted. Right now, she wasn't one of those. She wasn't childish however, she calmly explained it to her, but she was firm in her belief that she didn't trust her yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's In Your Best Interest  (Nirinian &amp; Shia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 09:05:12</strong>
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				Ivina had to think for a while...<br><em>'A smart one for her age... It can make my work more difficult... but also easier...' </em><br>"Okay." - she nodded then. The young doctor was a felixible one. "So how does this sound: I get you out of this place as soon as I can, right today, and tomorrow morning we'll have a discussion in my office, just you, doctor Jackson and me. And your parents if you want so. IF... you let me check on you now. Only to run the usual neurological tests nothing extra."<br><br>She gave her a pander smile.<br>Doctor Calver treated her absolutely like an equal partner, that was obvious and just offered her a deal.<br><em>Freedom</em>!, above all. This place was a golden cage and poisoned her invisibly, about this she was sure. So first she had to get her out of this madness.<br>Ivina placed her hand right next to her left one, which the girl could move better.<br>"So?..." - she winked at Jacqueline.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 15:20:35</strong>
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				She looked at her, blinking twice. "..Why do I have to leave, then?" she asked softly, looking at her. She liked her room, it gave her peace and quiet. Maybe it did also make her a bit down, but she didn't care. There wasn't a lot that would cheer her up, either, but she was...content. She wasn't weighed down by her sadness caused by her symptoms, but her spirits weren't lifted by it either.<br><br>She thought for a moment about the offer, before nodding as much as she could. "...Okay.." she said, looking at her, then looking down. "But if you try something funny.." She didn't end her statement, to make it that much more meaningful.
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 15:45:24</strong>
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				Ivina smiled at her kindly and she also chuckled a bit.<br>"Oh come on, don't tell that a neurological check up hasn't happened to you yet. Jacqueline, you know exactly what I'm going to do to you, I bet you could do all the tasks even without my instructions, it happened to you so many times." - she winked at her again.<br>"About the leaving... Well, it's not compulsory, you know. But one thing is sure: according to every statistics the development of this disease is <em>much</em> slowlier if the patients lives in her own home, with the help of the proper caretaker and with out-side-prog-rams. That's the keyword: <em>outside</em>. Because this is the place where things happen. Not hospitals... Neither gothic style decorated rooms, kid."<br><br>The doctor leaned a bit forward and for a few seconds she put her soft and warm hand on her shoulder.<br>"Listen to me.. Your are only eighteen! And though I know you've been already been through a lot... you are <em>young</em>. Still a teenager. You should go to the cinema... take walks in the park... relax in the sunshine... These are NOT unreachable things, Jaqcueline! All you need is the right person to help you <em>experience</em> things. Not just wait for things to happen... Maybe I can make progress with you, if you want that too.. Maybe I won't be able to stop what's happening to you.. But I do suggest you to think about changes in your daily routine. You're not a vegetable, after all. You know who we call like this? Vegetables?"<br><br>And invisible she already started the check up, first with the reflexes, as for this she didn't need her cooperation. Her movements were quick and practiced. Amazing in a certain way.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 18:16:32</strong>
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				"..That's why I said that you shouldn't do anything funny. I'd know if you did." she said softly. She looked at her, not wanting to leave her room. "..Why should that have effect on me?" she asked softly, looking at her. "I like my room. It won't affect me." she said, stubbornly.<br><br>The thoughts of doing those things made her feel bad, as she said: "..Stop it...I can't do those things any more." She looked at her. "It's not as if I don't want that, but..." She sighed, not continuing. "Fine..Iĺl do as you say." she said, co-operating with the check-up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's In Your Best Interest  (Nirinian &amp; Shia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 19:09:13</strong>
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				She stopped the checking for a while and looked at her, much more seriously than before... maybe remembering...<br>"Jacqueline... In the last year... I've been on five funerals.. <em>Five</em>... They were all under thirty." - she lowered her head for a while. <br>"If you want to develope... you must <em>want</em>. Not just 'be', 'like' or 'don't like' things. You must <em>want</em>, kid... You know.. I've met this story a hundred times. Or more... Child of a rich family... They want the best for their poor, ill beloved one... Finally they choose a clinic, because they think they can... guarantee something with this... They don't even try to take the other road... Not because of the money... Because of their fears... And you know, <em>fear</em> is the thing that paralises us the most..."<br>She looked into her eyes one last time and made a hard decision. A very hard one. But she was so full of this script. <br>- <em>She had enough of it.</em><br><br>She stood up and started to pack her stuff, back to her bag.<br>"I will call your parents telling them that you are still insecure, and that I won't come until it's <em>you</em> who asks me to do so. Personally. I don't care if it's a phone call or an e-mail, whatever. I just want <em>you</em> to try. And not your parents...... Fine then."<br>Gently she placed her hand on her shoulder again.<br>"Personally... I don't want you to be the sixth. Because.. I know you're better than that....... Doctor Jackson will come to you soon to bring you your usual medication. Take care, kid..."&nbsp; <br><br>When finally she was out of the hospital she had to lit a cigarette. Though she hated herself for that. Just like for not being able to save <em>them</em>, that five... nore <em>She</em>...<br><em>'Anna... Where are you now??...'</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 20:29:46</strong>
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				"..No..wait.." she said softly, looking at the retreating figure of the woman. "Wait.." She sighed, looking down. It was always a matter of 'wanting' to do something. She hated that. She couldn't put her mind to anything, and especially since she became ill. She didn't have the energy to want things any more. If Ivina would be able to get her to want this, then she'd trust her.
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 20:38:19</strong>
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				She stopped, but didn't look back first. All she saw was Anna's face in front of her, pale and cold by the touch of death... But then...<br><em>'All right... I have to skip that cigarette now...'</em> - she smiled to herself, closing her eyes gratefully.<br>So she walked back and sat into the same chair again, patiently looking at her. Kindly. <em>Equally.</em><br>"What do you <em>want</em>?" - Ivina asked the girl playfully.
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				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 01:00:08</strong>
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				"..." she had opened her mouth but closed it again. "...I..I want you to help me." She looked at her, her eyes full of fear. "But I'm scared." She didn't know what to do, as her lips curled into a pout. She started to cry softly, saying: "Please don't bring my parents over..."
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 08:27:59</strong>
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				The doctor herself was also balancing at the edge of crying, seeing such innecence mixed with the weights of adulthood.<br><em>'So the good old parents-story. Again...'</em><br>Gently she held her shoulders and carefully pulled her close to her chest, where she could cry for a while, and Ivina was caressing her hair, her other hand keeping her safely.<br>Then again: <em>Anne's face</em>. They were so similar somehow... Jacqueline and her...<br>"Sss... It's all right. It's okay. If you don't want them to be at the discussion then they won't be, okay? It's <em>your decision</em>... As this is <em>your life</em>... It's gonna be all right..."<br><br>When she calmed a bit she helped her lay her back against the pillows again and took a handkerchief from her bag.<br><em>'Soon I'm gonna need one myself if it goes on like this, my...' </em><br>Ivina placed it into her left hand, half-opened, with a soft smile.<br>"A gift of our company." - she joked kindly. "Can you.. handle this? Or, hey, do you need some extra hand?"<br>Through the long years Calver learnt more than well how to take tragic things easier. <br>Easier enough not to go insane...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 21:47:41</strong>
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				She held her lightly, not able to hug her tightly, as she said: "..Thank you.." She wondered if Ivina was telling the truth, or if she was just making stuff up to gain her trust. Whatever it was, it was working. She gripped the handkerchief, and with a lot of effort, she did manage to wipe her tears away. "..I can still do that by myself. I'm not disabled..I'm just weak." She said it with a half-smile, but there was some new fire smouldering in her eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 10:27:16</strong>
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				<em>"I'm not disabled..I'm just weak."</em><br><br>Ivina smiled softly, lowering her head a little. Oh, how many times she heard this sentence from patients before. Sometimes they were fighting so hard! She herself was fighting for them so hard as well... Yet they did became disabled then passed away silently...<br><em>'Just like Anne...'</em><br><br>This girl in front of her already started to change, that was obvious for the experienced doctor as she looked into her eyes again.<br>"Don't forget to blow your nose as well, the last thing we need now is you to catch a flu or have pneumonia.. But I'm sure you know that too, kid."<br>Another step was needed, she felt this so clearly! <em>Now or never!</em><br>"Hey, I saw this hospital has quite a pretty garden. Have you ever seen it? How about taking a walk there? I can take you there, I'm a good tourguide.. There's a fine weather today. Don't you wanna take a sniff of it?"<br><br>And the physician was waiting for her answer patiently sitting at the edge of her bed, holding her open palm close to her as an offer to throw out the used handkerchief for her. She was wondering whether she needed a wheelchair or&nbsp; crutches to get out of this room or was a supporting arm or two enough for her to walk? Maybe she could do it by herself?... Well, this wasn't possible from her reactions, but if yes then it was definitely something that had to be strenghtened and used!<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 13:51:30</strong>
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				She looked at her, before moving the handkerchief down a little, blowing and wiping her nose. Then, the garden. She had thought of it, dreamt of it. She had never actually been there, though, as she said: "...I'd like to." She nodded as she wondered if she could still move her feet. "..Do you have a wheelchair?" she asked softly, looking at her. She tried her best to move her feet, but there was no movement.
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 14:04:56</strong>
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				Ivina's heart sank. So her separation and also her disease was quite progressed. Yes, there wasn't even a wheelchair prepared here for here! <em>Nonsense</em>! What did doctors and nurses think?!<br>But she didn't let these thoughts and feelings to be seen at all and the doctor only boxed a little her upper arm with her fist, accompanied with a wink and a pander smile.<br>"Don't worry, I'll escape you. Just give me a second..."<br><br>And she walked out only to return with the equipment she asked for within a few minutes. Practicedly she blocked it next to the bed.<br>"As you wished!" - Calver declared proudly as their looks met again.&nbsp; <br>She felt like she could do anything for <em>this girl</em>! Though she did not want to help her more than it was necessary. It was also good for her to check on her condition. And what was maybe even more important: her <em>attitude</em>.<br>"Can you manage to transfer yourself into the chair, Jacqueline?"<br>She placed the wheelchair into position so she could do it easily. If she was able to do...<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 15:18:15</strong>
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				She smiled, seeing her leave to retrieve a wheelchair. She smiled even more when she saw her come back with one. Looking at Ivina, she said: "Thank you.." before pulling away the blankets. They were not heavy, but they felt heavy to her, as she pushed herself towards the edge of the bed. "..You're going to catch me, right?" she asked, her voice shaking a little. She hadn't done anything this exciting in a while, now.<br><br>She looked at her, their eyes meeting. Jacqueline didn't know what she saw in those eyes, but she didn't see any distrust in them. "..Alright.." she said softly, trying to lift herself into the wheelchair, but her left hand slipped, making her fall into the wheelchair. It would crush her left hand.
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				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 12:10:17</strong>
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				Quickly Ivina moved towards her and helped her to set her left hand free again, rubbing it a bit, checking for possible breaks of bones but she was all right, except a little scare. The neurologist patted her shoulder.<br>"Hey, is it okay now? You've fallen out of practice a bit, heh?" - she winked at the girl kindly, examining her face, her whole body with concern. "We should tuning up your muscles as much as we can first."<br><br>She was waiting patiently for her to arrange her legs, ready to help if it's needed, but deep inside she was already more than upset because it seemed the family and also the caretakers let her condition decline faster than it was usual with this disease.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nirinian</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 20:59:54</strong>
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				Breathing heavily, she looked at the wheelchair, then at Ivina. "...Thank you.." she said, though she didn't think that this happened because she 'fell' out of practice. She was getting weaker than she had thought before. She nodded weakly, to just agree with her, as she tried to put her feet right, the weight of her legs almost too much, but she did manage.
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