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Post by Miso on Dec 4, 2006 21:50:53 GMT 10
"You WHAT!?" Christina burst out. She clapped a hand over her mouth, wincing as the IV in her arm dug further into her skin. She looked around, half expecting a doctor to come running.
Figuring she was safe, she scowled at Drake.
"I take it that it was your pancreas I got?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 4, 2006 21:54:17 GMT 10
"Yep, it sure was. You saved my life, so I could do you the same favour. The reason Your parent didn't tell you was I asked them not too. And there is a no refund or return policy. Apparently they dont do that here."
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Post by Miso on Dec 4, 2006 22:00:42 GMT 10
Christina didn't know what to think.
"I guess I should thank you then," she sighed. "I'm still shocked you would do something like this, but I'm grateful. I haven't felt this good in years, which is saying something considering I just had surgery."
She kissed Drake lightly on the lips and settled back, watching him curiously.
"How are you holding up, Mister?"
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 4, 2006 22:07:48 GMT 10
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm still waking up though." Drake replied. "I aparrently spent yeterday in a coma."
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Post by Miso on Dec 4, 2006 22:10:48 GMT 10
"Aw, my poor baby!" Christina said, planting another kiss on Drake's lips. A grin played on her lips, sometimes there, sometimes not, but finally it made up its mind and stayed there.
Christina finally had no reason to push anyone away, and decided to make the most of her life.
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 4, 2006 22:21:21 GMT 10
"Hopefully you have no reason to push me away." Drake said. Looking up at her. He still had the heart monitors hooked up to him. He turned his face away from her and looked at the heart monitors. They were beating. Up down, up down, Turning back to her he said "Can you get me a glass of water please? Im a bit thirsty,"
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Post by Miso on Dec 4, 2006 22:32:39 GMT 10
Christina nodded and poured a glass of water from the jug on the bedside table. Handing it to him, she smiled again.
"At least I know I'm not going to die soon,"
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 4, 2006 22:41:24 GMT 10
"Thats his seventh glass of water since you woke up. Im afraid, the symptoms fit for type 1 diabetes young man." Said a figure from the doorways. Drake looked up to see a man with a white coat standing there. It was his doctor.
"What? thats impossible," Was Drakes reply. taking a breath in between drinks.
"Actually, no its not. After pancreas transplants there is a very high risk of complications, you now have type 1 diabetes."
"Is it manageable?" Drake asked
"Yes very" The doctor proceeded in telling them about the proper course of treatment.
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Post by Miso on Dec 4, 2006 22:48:35 GMT 10
Christina's face fell as she heard the doctor speak. How fitting. She recovered from her illness only for Drake to develop one.
She squeezed Drake's hand.
In Christina's room, Laura overheard what the doctor said and cursed herself mentally. They should have read into the transplant before letting him do it!
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 4, 2006 22:59:01 GMT 10
"Hey doc. Thanks for telling me." Drake said. The doctor lay the little Diabetes pack down on the table next to Drakes bad and walked out. Drake reached up, Got it down and moved his bed to the sitting position and looked at it. It was in a black case with white objects in it, one looked like a counter of some sort and another looked like a small peithin the pack there was a cartridge of 50 bullet shaped objects. These held the insulin he needed from now on.
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Post by Miso on Dec 4, 2006 23:09:10 GMT 10
"Well that really sucks," Christina said blankly, still trying to register what she had just heard. "SEE!? You should have just left me alone!"
She sighed. What was she saying?
"I'm sorry... I'm being a cow."
She thought for a moment, and a sudden thought struck her.
Horace is a Class 5 mutant! If he can bring the dead back to life, couldn't he cure Drake!?
She hid a grin. Hey, if Drake went behind her back to help her, why couldn't she do the same? She'd have to talk to Professor Xavier when they were out of hospital.
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 4, 2006 23:17:25 GMT 10
Drake had not noticed the grin on her face. He'd been silent for the last few minutes after the doctor had left.He read the instructions, ransacked his bedside table for a pen and paper and after taking his Measurement of his blood glucose levels he noticed they were low so he put a small bullet shaped object on his arm, twisted it and tthe insulin flowed out of it.
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Post by Miso on Dec 4, 2006 23:21:55 GMT 10
Christina frowned. Drake wasn't speaking.
"Are you alright?" she asked. She laid a hand on his arm. "Talk to me, sweetie."
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Post by I HAVE A NAME. on Dec 4, 2006 23:27:26 GMT 10
Are you alright?
Drake nodded.
Talk to me, sweetie '
Drake shook his head. He couldn't talk right now. He knew that if he talked it wouldn't be a strong voice. He had been so shocked by the news that he couldn't talk.
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Post by Miso on Dec 4, 2006 23:35:24 GMT 10
Christina was sad. Now she knew how Drake must have felt when she tried to push him away. It really sucked.
She climbed onto his bed and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight, careful to watch his abdomen.
"Everything's going to be okay," she said softly. "Now, if you don't start talking I'll have to do something incredibly embarrassing."
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