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"We gotta take him in," she would hear one medic mumble to another. "Get him on the stretcher."
She recoiled in surprise, straightening up suddenly and looking up at him with wide eyes before realizing it was him. Her brows furrowed and she...
They managed to get the rubble off of Jack, but he still didn't wake. A few medics ran in, checking on Jack's vitals while the others looked for...
The piece descended into the lower notes of the cello, and her small frame curled around the instrument as it vibrated with dark sound. She closed...
She laughed, amused as she kissed his jaw. "Well done, I guess."
A crowd had gathered, but they approached quickly. One individual, a tall man with a frown crossing his mouth, knelt down beside Avice. "Here,"...
The piece was slow and mournful, landing on chords that were unfamiliar and lonesome. Poppy was in the living room, not noticing him as he...
"Uh... okay."
He didn't respond, completely unconscious.
(Zoop?)
When Francis returned, he would hear slow cello music.
She blinked, looking over her shoulder at him. "The... the soup?"
There was smoke rolling from the cart. A loose wheel rolled by Avice, and she would see Jack on the group, blood streaming down from his temple,...
She smiled up at him before folding her wings against her back. "C'mon. Let's go."
She opened the fridge, pulling out a container of soup and a pot.
"Oh, good. With cream cheese, I assu-" A loud screech came around the corner, and he glanced over his shoulder before his eyes widened and he...
She beamed, landing lightly on the ground. "Really? I'm glad you think so."
She hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, okay."
She rolled her eyes, heading into the kitchen.
