He just collapsed to the floor.
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Thread Topic: He just collapsed to the floor.
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We were in the middle of discussing something personal and then the next thing I knew, he was on the floor.
Joan: Do you know w-why?
No, ma'am.
Sherlock: What were you discussing? e.e
That doesn't matter.
Pitch: *quiet* -
*there*
*hisses*
Are you talking about Crowley? Because, so god help me if you are, I will.. Do something.
*noticed Pitch*
*coughs*
..Yeah. Something. -
*all eyes fall on her*
Twain: ..Yes. I am.
Joan: *choked sob* *dashes out*
Pitch: *glares* *goes after Joan*
Sherlock: f---ing s---. -
Is he breathing? Please tell me he didn't die.
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Twain: Yes, he is breathing.
Sherlock: SLAP HIM AWAKE! -
Paisley: SHUT UP. NO ONE WILL DO ANY HARM TO HIM. *huffs* *and moves over to him, shaking him*
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Sherlock: *shoves her away, hard* Get away. e.e *leaves*
Twain: *frowns, hugging a yellow notebook close* -
Paisley: *falls* ..Hmph! The nerve.. Who're you?
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Twain: *offers a hand* Garrett Twain, Crowley's therapist.
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Paisley: ..Crowley has a therapist? *takes his hand* Since when?
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Twain: *pulls her up* Yes. Since he was five.
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Paisley: Really? *stares* ..Thank you for helping me.
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Twain: *nods, dropping hand* *shows her the notebook*
*and the notebook says Crowley Darryl Wright's Therapy Journals* -
Paisley: ..Oh, wow.. How filled up is it?
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Twain: I do not know. I promised I wouldn't look in it.
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