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equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com*Feeling much better, though apologetic for giving Grissom her illness, Sara heads to his room.*
*She might not eat chicken noodle soup, but he does. As it is also a treatment day for him, she also wants to see how he is doing on that front.*
[ooc: Same old story--![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drgrissom only, please.]
*She might not eat chicken noodle soup, but he does. As it is also a treatment day for him, she also wants to see how he is doing on that front.*
[ooc: Same old story--
drgrissom only, please.]
equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com*Once again, the door is cracked open when Sara approaches. She raps her knuckles against the frame, walking in.*
Hey--how're you feeling? *Her voice is gentle.*
Hey--how're you feeling? *Her voice is gentle.*
equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com*She notices his door was cracked open. Forgoing her normal politeness, she enters without announcing her presence.*
*She sees him curled up on the couch, misery on his face, even in sleep. A bucket is on the floor next to him.*
*Unable to stifle the urge, she gently strokes a hand down one side of his face.*
*She sees him curled up on the couch, misery on his face, even in sleep. A bucket is on the floor next to him.*
*Unable to stifle the urge, she gently strokes a hand down one side of his face.*
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Tuesday, September 6th, 2005 03:32 pmequalsmcsquared.livejournal.comI live on the first floor, the corner room #142. I remain fully armed at all times and my cat is not people-friendly.
This is your only warning.
This is your only warning.