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Post by darkaire on Oct 30, 2007 1:59:46 GMT -5
He knew his survival depended on how he handled this situation. Or maybe he was just being too extreme with this idea that he wasn't being taken care of. Afterall, he'd only been aware two or three times since he'd fainted on the Sands, so he didn't really know. All he knew was that he felt like he hadn't been taken care of.
"Whatever," he mumbled, word slurred by the quickly approaching sleep. But it wasn't a no, and in his own crazy world, that was a yes. He wanted her to come back. The song would probably be annoying, but he wasn't about to argue it any ensure she wasn't coming back.
It was an odd theory, but he seemed a much smarter person while ill. Certainly less offensive.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Oct 30, 2007 2:06:25 GMT -5
She smiled and reached out to rub his arm in a comforting manner. "It'll keep you from having nightmares. Only dreams about fluffy yellow ducks."
Nisha didn't know too many songs. The teaching ballads, a few love songs, and a horde of children's songs. She was good with kids- and she really liked them. She cleared her throat lightly, and began singing softly.
"Five little ducks went out to play, over the hill and far away, Mama duck said "Quack, Quack, Quack." And four little ducks came waddling back.
Four little ducks went out to play, over the hill and far away, Mama duck said "Quack, Quack, Quack." And three little ducks came waddling back." Nisha stopped making comforting circles with her hands, and started to move toward the door, and away from D'leon. She'd be back, she didn't know why, but she'd be back.
"Three little ducks...
Two little ducks...
One little duck went out to play. Over the hill and far away. Mama duck said "Quack, Quack, Quack," and no little ducks came waddling back.
No little ducks went out to play, over the hill and far away, PAPA duck said "QUACK, QUACK, QUACK" And five little ducks came waddling back!"
Nisha walked out of the room, ready to go talk to her Healer about more things she wasn't allowed to do.
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Post by darkaire on Oct 30, 2007 2:10:02 GMT -5
He gave her a doubtful look over the idea that it'd kept the nightmares away. Besides, they weren't' nightmares. They were real. Withholding a snort on the principle and fear that she may not come abck if he made a wrong move, he simply let his eyes close again and listened.
And it worked. Well, the touch on his arm repulsed him at first, but he relaxed over it, finding it...nice? Surely not. He was just sick, and therefore crazy.
The crazy man fell asleep, and it was restful.
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