Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

Vash nodded as he started to help Allor walk to the hospital, providing balance if she falls.

Allor thanked him. she waited until her ame was called. She wasn't bleeding or dying so she had to wait til someone take her back.

Vash waited in the waiting room. He thought he could take Allor back. He had nothing to do today anyway, he missed school, so he couldn't dhow up home.

"I can't believe he shot up. i mean I kew he did it, but I actually thought he was getting over it."

((hey Tela, hows about j00 control Jorgen now, since he's your character...))

The ambulence arrived and carted Derek off to the hospital, where they hurried him off to the emergency room, past all the people who were sitting around waiting.

Allor watched and began to sob ucontrollaly.

Vash watched the man being rolled on to the emergency room. Vash really felt sorry even thought he didnt know who the hell the guy was,

Several doctors and other medical personnel hurried around injecting different substances and testing his pulse, etc. One of the doctors who had apparently realized Allor's connection to the unfortunate young fellow came out and sat down next to her.

Allor looked at him. "What's wrong with Derek?"

"He overdosed on heroin and stopped breathing. He's lucky your friend found him when he did."

"Oh my god." Allor said sobbing into her hands. "I knew I should have stayed. Will he live?"

"Hopefully. I won't promise anything, but he has a good chance at this point. D'you know he was clinically dead for maybe five, ten minutes? Fascinating what modern medicine can do."

"Are you ****ing nuts. That's ot fascinatig. I eed him to live." she said hysterically. If she did't calm down she'd end up having a nervous breakdown.

"Oh, he's all right now. I wouldn't have told you that if he'd died. I really do think he'll survive, though like I said, I can't promise anything."

Allor sighed. "Sorry." she said. "I'm just a little stressed."
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Jorgen shrugged ad headed out onto the porch to see a stranger. "Hold on a secod, Rosa, I'll go get my shotgun right quick."

"Of course, I understand. Assuming you're the only one around who knows him, you'll have to fill out some paperwork," the doctor said, handing her a clipboard and a pen.

Allor started filling out his and her information on the two clipboards she had.

An hour and a half later, Derek woke up feeling even more awful than before he'd nearly killed himself.

Rosa looked at Jorgen. "Shotgun?" she looked back at Logan, and blew the smoke up in the air. "è un amico" she told Jorgen hoping he would understand. "Logan Jorgen Jorgen Logan." she smiled sincerely as she she shivered. It was getting darker, and she wasnt wearing a jacket over her white sundress. "il relativo freddo" she smiled, then translated... "Its cold."

Allor had her head down and did't even see that he was awake. He leg was in a cast. Her leg was worse than they had thought at first. she was cryig silently askig why.