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Post by venus567 on Aug 16, 2004 16:06:00 GMT -5
cool story! ;D
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Post by Miss Knightley on Aug 24, 2004 9:19:48 GMT -5
*grins* Mari, I love your ava!
“Where do I fit in?” She nodded. “Well, it’s quite simple, really…” So simple that he didn’t have an answer. Her gray eyes never left his face as she waited. “I’m your uncle.” She blinked. After holding onto a blank expression for a bit, she giggled. “What? Did I say something funny?”<br> “You’re my uncle?” she asked, laughter in her tone. “And would you be Rose’s father, then?”<br> “<br>That doesn’t make much sense, does it?” She smiled and looked like she almost felt sorry for him. “Listen, who I am really isn’t all that important, is it? I mean, let’s examine this situation a moment before you go screaming for the nurse to come and kick me out of here.” She covered her mouth with her hand to hide her laughter. “You know Rose, I know Rose. Do you think she’d be mates with some crazy bloke off the street and leave you alone with him? Yes, before you say it, I know that we are in a hospital and there is some sort of security, but still. The point is…” He stopped and tilted his head. “What was my point?”<br> “I don’t know,” she laughed. “But you talk really funny.”<br> “Do I?” he grinned. It was good to know he had made her smile. “And how, pray tell, do I speak funny?”<br> “Bloke and mate…” Giggling, she bit her lip. “You just don’t hear that a lot back home.”<br> “And where is home?” he asked tenderly. “New Hampshire.”<br> “Ah, see!” Grinning, he nodded. “There’s something you remember. New Hampshire? Is that opposed to Old Hampshire?”<br> She laughed again. “I don’t know. Is there such thing as an Old Hampshire?”<br> “I honestly don’t know.”<br> Shrugging she tried to hide her grin. “It just sounds like a British thing.”<br> “What is it with you Americans?” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “You think we come from a place so we should know all about it. I mean, really! Do you know everything about America?”<br> “No.”<br> “I rest my case.” He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, smiling. “I feel like I should know you,” she said after a moment. He looked up from the green cafeteria menu he was examining. “I mean, like, I almost feel as though it’s ridiculous not to know who you are.” He grinned and leaned his elbows on his legs. “I’m serious.”<br> “It will come to you eventually. Don’t push yourself too hard to remember just yet.” It wasn’t long before two nurses came in to take Bella away for the neuro scans that had been ordered, leaving Orlando behind. Dr. Fletcher found him alone in her room and went in. “I didn’t think you were still here.”<br> “Yeah, I couldn’t leave until I knew she was alright.”<br> “Well, I’m glad I caught you at any rate. Your DNA test was negative, meaning it didn’t match.” Orlando nodded. “The police haven’t received any missing persons reports and no one has called here looking for this girl. Is there anything else you can tell me that could shed any light on who she is or where she came from?”<br> He shook his head, then stopped. “She said she was from New Hampshire.”<br> “Anywhere specific in New Hampshire?”<br> “No, that’s all she said.” He frowned. “What happens after the tests are done?”<br> Dr. Fletcher sighed. “That depends on the results and whether anyone comes to claim her. If they come back clear then we will keep her another night or two just to keep a watch on her. If they come back otherwise, well that is a bridge we will have to cross if and when we get to it.”<br> “So after she’s well enough to be released. What then?”<br> Crossing his arms, the doctor thought a moment. “Again, that depends on her being claimed or not. If no one comes to get her or says they know her but she’s well enough to leave, I assume they would put her in a shelter.”<br> “They?”<br> “The police. You can’t have a young girl who doesn’t remember a thing wandering the streets but we don‘t have the room or the resources to keep her here.” Orlando frowned and paced to the window. “I know how you feel, Mr. Bloom. It’s not the ideal answer, but it’s the only one we have.”<br> “I understand.” He frowned and sat on the sill. “I don’t have to like it, but I understand.” He licked his lips. “And what about this bloke that beat her up? What if he comes to claim her?”<br> “Unless we have solid proof, there’s nothing we can do to stop him from taking her. It’s a precarious situation, I know. But we have set rules that we have to follow.”<br> “Then that’s all the more reason for me to stay here with her, right? I mean, isn’t it possible that he could come to get her and I could possibly recognize him.”<br> Showing great patience, the doctor nodded. “Some people can recognize someone with little detail, yes. But like I said, unless we have solid proof…” “I’ll not let her leave here to be put in a shelter or to go with someone who will likely help her end up back in here.” The force of his words made the doctor look down. Orlando framed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “I’ll take her home with me if I have to.”<br> “Can you make a positive identification of her?” When Orlando said nothing, Dr. Fletcher walked to him clapped his shoulder, a sympathetic smile on his face. “While it is good to know that chivalry is all but dead with young men nowadays, my hands are tied, Orlando. You understand that, don’t you? He nodded. “I’ll figure something out.”<br> “I’m sure you will. And I have no doubt that you have the resources to do so.” Orlando looked up in time to catch the smile on the doctors face. “Good luck. And I’ll let the both of you know should anyone call.”<br> “And the tests?”<br> “Yes, as soon as the results come back, I’ll fill you in on what they say and what steps to take from there.”<br> “Thank you, doctor.” He nodded before leaving and closing the door behind him. Now all Orlando had to do was wait. Something he never had a liking for.
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Post by Reens on Sept 5, 2004 17:14:45 GMT -5
Nice chappie. Oh cliff hanger!
Update soon.
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Post by venus567 on Sept 5, 2004 19:53:49 GMT -5
fabulous update!
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Post by Miss Knightley on Sept 7, 2004 23:34:06 GMT -5
*gasps at jem Jem* You doubt me?! lol.
He didn’t know how long it was before Bella was wheeled back into the room. Her head was resting against the back of her wheelchair and her eyes were closed. Orlando looked up from his magazine with concern, but the nurse smiled softly. “She’s a bit sleepy,” she explained, helping Bella back into bed. “How did she do?” he helped the nurse tuck her in, careful of her injuries. “Just fine,” the nurse soothed. “I’ll make sure Dr. Fletcher comes to find you as soon as we know anything.” She looked at Bella who was mostly asleep. “She’ll probably be out for it for a little while if you need to go home for anything. Dr. Fletcher said, since we already have your number, we would call you as soon as she wakes up, or something arises that would need your attention.”<br> Glancing at the girl on the bed, he crossed his arms. “I probably should go home and change…let my poor dog out.”<br> The nurse smiled, recognizing his reluctance to leave. “She won’t even know you’re gone.”<br> He chewed on his thumb nail thinking it over. “Alright. I’ll make it a quick trip. But you’ll call me if she wakes up.”<br> “If she wakes up.”<br> He really wanted to stay but after a slight internal battle, he went to place a light kiss on Bella’s forehead. “I’ll be back soon,” he whispered. Driving slow was something Orlando had always had a problem with. And the haste with which he drove helped him get to his newly purchased home in less than an hour. The villa was right on the beach and surrounded on three sides by tall trees. Orlando pulled into the driveway and jumped out of his car, not bothering to pause and take in the scenery as he usually did. Behind him, the ocean rushed to shore and whispered sweet beckonings. On the other side of his front door, however, sharp barking and demands took precedence over his senses. “I know, Molly, hang on. I can’t find the bloody…” He fumbled with his keys, finally finding the right one. As she shoved it into the lock, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. Molly, a large dog with short white dreadlocks from head to toe, dove past him and out into the open air. She sniffed around and then disappeared around the side of the house. Orlando went inside the spacious beach house, tempted to collapse onto one of the three large plush sofas in his living room. The flash of his answering machine caught his eye. He pushed the message button, then sat down to untie his shoes as he listened. “Orlando, it’s Rose…um…well, I had thought you would be home by now. I was a bit worried and wanted to make sure you were alright.” He kicked off his shoes, smiling slightly. “Just ring me up when you get in.” Pulling his blood stained shirt off, he tossed it into the garbage. “Alright. I love you…bye.”<br> Molly now came inside with her tail wagging, happy to see him. “Hey, girl.” Scratching behind her floppy ears, he kissed the top of her head. “Sorry I was gone so long. Something a bit unexpected happened.” She licked his face. “I’ve got to take a shower.” Molly ran over to her empty food dish, looked at it and sat down. “After I feed you,” Orlando laughed. He took her bowl and dipped it into a large bin of dog food, then set it back down for her to devour. “If Rose calls again, tell he I’m washing up and then I’ll call her back.” Molly barked and continued with her eating. When he was finally clean and dressed in fresh clothes, he dialed Rose’s number and paced the living room with bare feet. “Hello?”<br> “Hey, Rosie. It’s me.”<br> She sighed. “Orlando, where have you been? I called you hours ago!”<br> “I know. I stayed at the hospital for awhile and just came home no long ago to take a shower. I didn’t mean to worry you.”<br> “I was afraid they had arrested you or something.”<br> “Arrest me for what?” he mused. “Saving the poor girl’s life?”<br> I don’t know. I just worry easy.”<br> “I know, love.” He sat down to stare out at the ocean waves through the glass doors that led to a patio. “But everything is just fine.”<br> “How’s the girl?”<br> “How’s the girl…” he repeated with a sigh. “She’s awake, but her memory has been mussed up a bit.”<br> “What do you mean?”<br> “She’s got some sort of amnesia. Doesn’t remember her name, who she is, what happened last night…nothing.”<br> “Oh my goodness.”<br> “She does, however, remember that she is from the states, New Hampshire, to be exact.”<br> “Well that’s a good thing.”<br> “Yes, it is.” Opening the sliding doors, Orlando went out into the sunlight with the cordless phone still pressed to his ear. “Are you able to talk for a little bit longer?”<br> “Yeah, we’re having some costuming issues that don’t directly involve me, so I’m good for now.”<br> “Are you sitting down? Because I’ve got a crazy idea that I’m going to need your help with…”
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Post by Reens on Sept 8, 2004 16:18:29 GMT -5
woot woot? What idea?
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Post by Miss Knightley on Sept 17, 2004 23:52:30 GMT -5
Sorry girls, I'm sacking this one. It's not going anyhwhere for me so... Just wanted to gove you all a heads up before I deleted it.
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Post by Araminta Ditch on Sept 30, 2004 21:09:32 GMT -5
okie dokie then....i havent been able to read it..there was no kiera right?
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