T.J Merrit
writer [/center]
My mind is like Russian Roulette. You never know what I will think.
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Post by T.J Merrit on Oct 19, 2009 13:50:33 GMT -5
T.J looked up at her, pain in his eyes more then anything. "I know. I know." He said. His arms were crossed over his ribs, and doubled over in pain. He was in so much pain that it wasn't healthy. Not that pain was healthy to begin with, but this pain was definitely very. He tried to stand up straight, but ended up hunched over a bit, with a lot of pain in his side. He was regretting ever coming tonight. If he stayed at his dorm, then none of this would have happened. He wouldn't have opened it again, it probably would have healed faster, and he wouldn't have to be walking out into a thunder storm, which he was terrified off, to get back to clean himself up.
He looked at her hand still on his broad shoulders. He looked at her face now, "I'll go when you need me to move." He said, his voice shaky. He took a few steps over to the doorway. He really hoped that they didn't have to walk there, and that she drove... cause he didn't have his license yet.
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