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The Roof; Tuesday Afternoon.

The foam bats from Driver's Ed today had given Chad an idea. Somehow (he wasn't exactly even sure how) he'd found a couple of baseball bats and some baseballs and went up to the roof to hit them off somewhere into the preserve in the distance and hoped all the little critters in the woods had helmets today.

What? They could have helmets. Plus, that would be really freakin' cute.

He set out a good rhythm. Toss ball, swing bat, hit it good, and watch it soar. And think that Fandom should have a baseball team. He'd look damn good in a uniform...

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She grabbed a bat and looked over at him, catching that grin, but just barely. "I bet I will too." She snickered. Yeah, well hell freezes over.

Taking up a ball in her left hand she stood level with Chad, but keeping enough space between them so she wouldn't accidentally hit him.

"On the count of three?" She raised a brow, grinning.

Chad nodded, and started the count. "Uno, dos..." He paused, glancing over to make sure Annette was ready as he tossed the ball up, got ready to swing. "Three." Smack!

"Tres!" She said, tossing her ball into the air and giving it a good smack.

Only, her ball went ski-high. Straight up to the freaking heavens. Okay, not that high, but it was high and she squinted to see it to try and catch it when it came back down.

Problem was? She glanced over at Chad to see where his ball went, when she looked back up, her ball smacked her on the bridge of her nose and popped off, rolling and bouncing away. Annette flailed, dropped the bat, and fell to her knees.

"Blood! Oh my god!"

Chad's eyes were about as wide as they good. "Dios, Annette!" He hurried over, kneeling beside. "You...you okay?"

Oh, crap, she was bleeding! He looked around for something to help stop the blood, but there wasn't anything, really. So he quickly took off his shirt and offered it to her, glad it was clean, despite that it was about to be covered in blood.

It was Chad logic. It made sense to him, anyway. "Here."

She was blinking cause her eyes were watering, not because she was starting to cry, totally not because she was starting to cry. Tilting her head back, she felt the blood run down her throat and her hands moved from her nose to take his shirt and she pressed it against her nose to staunch the floor.

"I...I've never had a bloody nose before." She said it, but her words were muffled. And...ow, but it was throbbing and hurting and...

"Is it like, broken?" It wasn't but it sure felt like it. She pulled back the shirt so he could look but omg blood! All over his shirt! Annette fell back to the floor of the roof and just stared up at the sky. "I'm bleeding to death."

"Here, no, don't lie down," Chad carefully tried to guide Annette up, a hand drifting over the wadded up shirt as if to help her hold it. He tried not to grin at the bleeding to death comment. "Yer fine. Shouldn't be broken. Takes a lot to do that. Here." Now he did take the shirt, holding it in place so that she could use her hand for what he was about to suggest. "Put pressure on the bridge of your nose, between your thumb an' finger..."

Sitting up was hard. She felt like dead weight. Her head was spinning and it took him guiding her to help her. She tried to hold the shirt to her nose but it hurt like hell. He had to do this for her and her eyes were trailing tears. Looking at him as best she could, she reached up to do as he suggested but winced. "It hurts Chad. I...can't touch it."

Ew. Blood was seeping between her lips, she tasted it, and her nose still kept bleeding. "This is the worst nose bleed in the history of nose bleeds."

"Come on," Chad gently moved her hand toward the spot on the nose he'd indicated, trying not to get annoyed. It was just a bloody nose... "Ya gotta put pressure on it if you want it to stop, even if it hurts, okay? You want me to take you to the clinic an' get it looked at? 'Cause we can do that, but I think it'll be okay if we just get it to stop..."

She pouted. She's never had a bloody nose before. First ever. It was serious. Can't he see that it hurts? The clinic? Was Dr. Troy working? Annette better not chance that. Besides, he would see her looking all...bloody.

She did do as Chad said though and sort of pinched that tender spot. "Oh, god, it hurts. There's a lump there. I can feel it. No clinic, Chad. I'm not a weakling." Sniff.

...Not a weakling. Right. But at least she wasn't bawling or anything, that was something. Still, Chad tried to be comforting, his free hand lightly rubbing her back to make her feel better, even if just a little. "I know, but it'll stop the bleeding. Jus' pinch tight, tilt your head back a little. Not too much. Don't want all the blood going right down your throat."

"...I've already swallowed a bunch of it I think." Annette tilted her head back, swayed just a little, and pinched harder, squeezing her eyes shut tight.

"Dick is going to think I'm pathetic."

"Won't do any harm," Chad assured her about the blood, shifting the shirt a bit to a spot less covered in blood to catch some more, before asking, "Dick?"

Annette moved her head and looked down at her shirt, or what she could see of it. Yuck. Then she tilted her head back again and said, "My boyfriend." Blood was drying around her mouth and part of her cheek so she reached up to move Chad's hand, trying to pull his shirt back away from her face.

Boyfriend? Chad's eyebrow arched as he carefully moved his shirt away, taking a look at how the nose was looking. That...was an awful lot of blood, but it seemed to have stopped a little. "When'd that...."he started to say, but then shook his head, rising up to stand and then offering his hand to help her back up, if she felt ready. "Never mind. You should get cleaned up."

She took his hand and let him help her to her feet. She then rubbed at her mouth a little cause the dried blood was itching. It was then she really realized what he had done for her. "You gave me your shirt." Her eyes looked him over. "Thanks Chad. I'm...geeze I've ruined it. I can run and quickly take it to the launders!"

Chad looked down at himself, as if he'd completely forgotten that he didn't have a shirt on anymore. Because, well...he had completely forgotten. "Oh. No, that's okay, Annette. You go take care of yourself first. You're more important than a shirt."

Chad was idly wondering which shirt it was. It wasn't the pink shirt. Good.

She smiled a little at that and winced; her nose hurt like hell. "You'll let me replace it, I hope? I don't know your size but I'm thinking very large?"

She rubbed at her mouth again and knew it was a lost cause. Her palms were covered in blood. She let her arm fall lax at her sides. "I feel dizzy. But shouldn't I get back on that horse, so to speak?"

"Don't worry about it," Chad told her again, about ready to unwad the shirt and see which one it was when she mentioned she was dizzy. "You want me to help you to your room? Or one of the bathrooms?"

She should have ate lunch. That is what did it. And the taste of blood just was not a good one. Annette swayed and shook her head. "I...don't think so?"

"You sure?" She didn't look like she'd didn't need the help.

"Okay." She wasn't sure about that answer, but it was the best she could do about right now. And Annette just stood still and waited for him to come to her because she really was afraid to pick up a foot to move. She was looking a little pale and her nose was already starting to turn a purpleish color.

Chad was quickly there to offer his support. Which was good, because that meant Annette was getting a lot of it as he carefully guided her toward the stairwell.

(yay for Chad! and yes..FTB is good!)

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