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Married to Becca Grey-Morris
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Apr 8, 2024 10:36:10 GMT -6
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>>”What can Ah say? Ah loch th’ way ye look at me. An’ unfortunately, DocProf has seen thes. He tauld me he is busy reit noo, but rest assured, a coo will be hud.”
Maya chuckled at that. She was sure that DocProf would give Becca a talking to about her attire once he was done saving lives and whatnot. The whole situation, apart from the severity of the attack, just got a whole to more amusing. It was too bad Maya was not in costume anymore. It had been a good costume.
>>”Ah’m sure ye waur very dashing. Points fur boldness, though; irradiated patient is tough tae pull aff.”
Becca put an arm around her, and Maya closed her eyes. For the moment she was not throwing up, which was great (would have been bad to ruin that cleavage), but she was still covered in cold sweat and felt like she was dying, even though she had been repeatedly reassured that she was not. All she could do is let Becca baby her.
>>”DocProf says ye shooldnae hae tae stay haur lang, but if an’ when ye lae, he wants someain keepin' an eye oan ye. Ah was thinking… if ye’d loch, ay coorse, ‘at ye can crash at mah place sae Ah can take care ay ye. Thocht dornt expect thes every day. An' as bonnie a patient as ye ur, kissin' is still aff th' table until th' throwin' up passes.”
"Aw, bummer" Maya muttered with her eyes closed, and chuckled again. She was in no shape to make out with anyone, but she had to note her disappointment anyway. If things had gone as planned over Halloween, they would be in a whole different bed now... what a wasted opportunity. "I'm gonna have to find someone to keep an eye on Kalos and Angua" she muttered, drifting off again as medicine kicked in "But it sounds like a plan..."
Hopefully the next time she woke up, she would feel a little better.
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