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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 17:46:01 GMT -5
"Well you at least deserve some privacy to relax a bit since the test went well." Lawrence told her.
He didn't have to press a button for his voice to get into the room since he was at the door. Just on the side of it that Clary wasn't on. Even though she got sick, the test still went well in his opinion.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 18:06:37 GMT -5
"Well thanks for the privacy but how exactly did that qualify as going 'well'?" Clary asked since she knew he could hear her now.
She didn't see how that could have in any was be seen as going 'well'. One she hadn't stayed on the floor and two she had gotten sick. She sat up for a moment to drink a bit more water before opening her eyes. She didn't feel as bad now, though as she stood up she could tell she still wasn't exactly steady on her feet.
"I don't think you need to drug me to take me back, I can hardly stand," She said as before falling over. "Scratch that, I CAN'T stand for more than a few seconds," She said as she supported her weight with her arm just so she could stay sitting.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 18:31:26 GMT -5
"You didn't get badly hurt nor loose." Lawrence answered.
Lawrence couldn't help but smile as Clary claimed she wasn't able to stand that thus he didn't need to drug her. Yeah right! That might've been true but he wasn't going to underestimate her. She could get her strength back on the way back to her cell if he allowed for her to walk there. Besides it was against the rules. He had to tranquilize her in order to transport her.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 20:15:11 GMT -5
"True but still, I really think it was a bad idea to hold on after you sped that stupid thing up," She said again while wincing. She tried to stand again and stayed on her feet a bit longer before she fell again.
I still can't stand, when is that going to come back? She asked herself. She was now laying on the floor again, not even trying to sit up. She could hear her handler laughing through the door, what did he find funny? She was serious about not being able to walk and if he ever opened the door he would be able to tell that. She hated this feeling, she didn't want to pass back out but she didn't want to be powerless either.
She couldn't help but think she was powerless, she couldn't stand and didn't want to change because then she wouldn't be able to hold the water bottle to get a drink. She sighed as she just stayed where she was, sure that when he came to get her she would be tranquilized and end up on the floor anyway. Even if he picked her up after she passed out from the stuff she would wake up on the floor of her cell.
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