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I feel for ya bro. Its a pretty crummy feeling. I cant even ******** sleep. I almost slept in the car on the way home, but then my stepdad decided to be all chatty. Now im home and not sleepy crying

gay.. lets not talk about this abymore please... its 11pm and i havent slept but three hours in the past two days... and im not even tired crying

Yeah, I'm tired of being pissed...
I found out that if you sleep for too long, you'll have these really crazy/stupid 3-minute dreams. eek Then you wake up, flip over, and have another crazy dream. 3nodding

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My little buddy ^___^
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surprised heart heart heart KITTY!

Ava moaned loudly at the pain of the wound being sucked. Quickly Dalliegh spat a mouthful of poisoned blood onto the dirt and began to dig the tip of the dagger into the other hole while sucking hard on the first again. The iron taste of Ava's life force spilling across his tongue made his mouth water and soon he spat once more, going to work dilligently on the freshly carved hole next while digging in his belt pouch frantically. Handing Ava a few leaves, he spat once more, "chew this but dont swallow", and once more began to suck hard on her snake bitten calf. Ava nodded and took the leaves between her lips, a little hesitant, but a confident glare from Dalliegh as he continued to tend to her wound strengthened her resolve and she obediantly began to chew tasting the bitter leaf and mashing it up in her teeth. Her head swam with how fast it all was happening and as the leaves became a thick paste as she chewed and her saliva was absorbed, she thought about this man, this newly aquainted fellow now sucking on her leg, she began to question this out of character behavior but perhaps he had something to gain by keeping her alive. Dalliegh finished sucking and spat again several times before licking his lips clean and holding his hand up to her lips. "You can spit it out now", and Ava yeilded the substance from her lips in a thick lump of chewed leaves into his awaiting palm. He smiled up to her reassuringly and patted her thigh, "this is going to sting like hell but it should ensure that you will be ok". Ava found herself calming down and she braced grabbing handfuls of soil that she sat in and waited. Dalliegh spread the mixture over his index and middle fingertips and without hesitation shoved them into the wounds on her leg. Ava bit her lip again and stifled a loud scream of agony as her calf muscles felt a searing pain and she stiffened sharply. Dalliegh untied his bandana from around his neck and tightly wrapped it about the wound of his injured companion, drawing the knot in it very tight causing her leg to throb under it for a moment. Ava gasped and caught her breath as the stinging inside her carved leg started to subside. "It's an antiseptic and should counter any poison I missed though you might feel a little woosy, perhaps we should rest for a bit"? "Sounds like a good idea, I could use a meal", Ava wiped the sweat off her brow and slipped her pack from her shoulders. Dalliegh stood and helped her up, the two quietly began to unpack their bags, he began to put up her tent for her while she limped around a bit and cleared a pit for a fire off the road a little. She bent down to move some limbs when she felt lightheaded suddenly and began to fall. Seeing her knees start to buckle Dalliegh dropped the cloth tent he was unfolding and walked to her calmly, catching her under the arms and helping her to sit on a nearby stump. "Let me finish this, take a rest", he handed her his waterskin and patted her on the shoulder before going back to quietly working on the tent after retrieving his cast away dagger and cleaning it. She watched him without meaning to, the entire event she just went through kept playing over and over again in her mind and she felt a stirriing inside her she hadnt felt well, ever. Almost admiringly she watched her hero put the tent up and beging tossing nearby scrap wood into a neat pile. "Thank you..." she quietly broke the silence between the two of them. Almost startled he looked back at her, since they started their trek together, really since they met, they hadnt really exchanged words save for a brief introduction. He nodded and smiled a bit then went back to clearing a pit near the tent for a fire. The sun had begun setting when he finshed setting up everything, getting their mess kits out and building a cozy fire. He helped her from her seat on the stump to let her lay on a blanket in the entrance of her tent, the warmth from the fire wrapping about her and making her feel much better. "I'm going to the stream to get some fresh water, go ahead and help yourself to whatever I've got", he set a small rucksack from his pack in front of her, and walking awayas she untied the material. Ava smiled as her eyes feasted upon the small spread on the now unfolded checker patterned cloth, eyeing a small loaf of bread as well as a couple apples and some dried beef strips. She began to hungrily force chunks of bread into her mouth, chewing rapidly and swallowing loudly. Just as she began to grow a little parched Dalliegh emerged from the now dark outskirts of their campfire, holding their freshly refilled water skins and handing one to her before sitting a few feet away and digging further down into his pack withdrawing another small bag with a few strips of dried beef and a thinly sliced piece of bread. The two ate quietly and exchanged a few akward glances. Her mind remained on the events of that afternoon. She kept thinking about how the same person she watched practically rip two men apart the night before, could have been so benevolent to her. Again she felt the same stirring from earlier and caught herself staring. he seemed completely at peace sitting there in the dim firelight, not a care in the world as he nibbled the end of a beef strip and looked about the sampsite. Exhaustion finally took hold of her after she finished eating dinner and as she yawned she whispered a quiet "thank you" to him, laying her head on her hands and easing onto her back, she closed her eyes and fell asleep thinking about her new friend. Dalliegh's mind however was clouded with what had happened, about where they were headed, their task at hand, and also a slight measure of concern for Daryl and MacKenzie. Thinking about how the split had gone he sort of missed his young protoge though proudly thought of the progress she had been making lately. She was confindent enough to split from her mentor and guide Daryl away toward their other goal, hopefully, he thought, would be instrumental in helping himself and Ava complete thier part. The fire crackled and the soft breeze lulled the nearby plant life to small rusting which carried phantasmically on the wind. Dalliegh tried to stay up but late into the night he found himself starting to wane. Eventually leaving their safety up to chance, he lay down near the tent entrance and felt Ava's forhead. She had no sign of fever and her breathing was as calm as could be. He thought to himself that she must be alright save for the puncture wounds on her leg but the poison seemingly didnt affect her. Dalliegh rest his head on his pack and quickly slipped into slumber...

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