Room 422, The Arms Hotel, Sunday evening [4/20]

Apr 20, 2008 21:21

After leaving the clinic, Mary returned to her suite, changed into her pjs, and took her antibiotics. At least now knew why she had been feeling so run down lately. She debated crawling into bed versus going to the kitchen to make some tea. The bed won.

[Establishy, but open for the fiancé if he's around]

plaaaaaaaaaaaague!, george michael, places: 422

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george_m_bluth April 21 2008, 02:29:34 UTC
George Michael had been out doing who knows what when Mary had taken herself to the clinic. Now that he was back, he checked in on her.

"Mary?" he said quietly, in case she was sleeping.

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montecito_east April 21 2008, 02:31:56 UTC
Mary was tired, but she wasn't sleeping yet. "Hey sweetheart," she said with a weak smile. "I've got some bad news. I started feeling worse, so I went to the clinic. It's not good."

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george_m_bluth April 21 2008, 02:34:46 UTC
Oh no. He was at her side in... well, three or four steps and sat down on the edge of the bed. "What happened? What'd they say? Are you pregnant?"

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montecito_east April 21 2008, 02:36:26 UTC
"What? You didn't think I was pregnant, did you?" asked Mary. The thought hadn't crossed her mind... much.

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