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Post by Shakestein on Jun 25, 2013 8:29:22 GMT -6
Warin had wanted to run when she left the room but he did everything in his power to stay put. By the time she got back, he was shaking again. Clearly it was going to be a hard time getting through this. There was no doubt he would be moody and upset for a while, if not violent. His body literally depended on the drugs.
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Post by krissinoel on Jun 25, 2013 8:39:33 GMT -6
Morgan laid down with Warin again, wrapping her arms around him as she leaned back to relax. She kissed his cheek a few times before she stopped to close her eyes. "I love you, Warin," she whispered as she laid there. ( feel free to skip timee- as much as you want )
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Post by Shakestein on Jun 25, 2013 17:16:01 GMT -6
Eh, little slicker )) The officer looked from Warin to Morgan before he scratched the back of his neck. "I'll see what I can do. I'm not in charge of the treatment facility and they generally don't allow visitors. It's supposed to be secluded for a reason," he explained. "If you want, I can give you the number and you can call them but until now, he needs to come with me." Warin sank into the bed, not looking entirely enthused about leaving. The thought of treatment scared him more than anything else. Three months of hell and without any form of communication.
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