Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
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[NINE]
I let him leave, and I didn't leave the room until five minutos later. I felt so sorry for Jerek, I felt like crying too. But I didn't. I gathered my mixed feelings, and I walked out of the room, past the group of talking people, through the double doors, and heard Tabra behind a curtin with H on it in a big black letter outlined in maroony-red. Shroppe's hospital room, definitely.
"Tabra?" I said, and he was bending over backwards, jumping up and down, running in place. "What are tu doing?"
"Shropee fixed me!" He smiled.
"Ha, ha, I can see that. How?"
"I have this special gun, kind of like a glue gun, that shoots out healing liquids that go on gel and swell up like shaving cream. The ingrediants eat away the skin, go in and heal it, and speed the healing process from three to four weeks to sixteen seconds." Shropee said.
"Whoa! I need some of that."
"Not sold in stores," She said, and we laughed. "It's a special thing I do here for the alliance. Whenever tu get wounded, since tu are one of us now, I can heal tu with this anytime. And, anywhere, if I'm on the job." She turned around and started putting stuff away.
"Where's Jerek?" Tabra asked.
"I'm not sure," I turned and saw Jerek coming back down the steps.
"Hey, Jerek," Tabra called.
"Hey, Tabra." Jerek came down and started talking to Tabra.
I left them to it, figuring I could help Shropee with her work. "Need help?"
"Yes, if tu don't mind. Just file these according to color," She handed me a stack of papers in misceláneo different colors. "Then, if tu are really good with orginization, file them under last name, alphabetically."
I laughed. "Got it, Shropee!"
I started filing away, and got pretty good at it too.
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
_______________________________
[NINE]
I let him leave, and I didn't leave the room until five minutos later. I felt so sorry for Jerek, I felt like crying too. But I didn't. I gathered my mixed feelings, and I walked out of the room, past the group of talking people, through the double doors, and heard Tabra behind a curtin with H on it in a big black letter outlined in maroony-red. Shroppe's hospital room, definitely.
"Tabra?" I said, and he was bending over backwards, jumping up and down, running in place. "What are tu doing?"
"Shropee fixed me!" He smiled.
"Ha, ha, I can see that. How?"
"I have this special gun, kind of like a glue gun, that shoots out healing liquids that go on gel and swell up like shaving cream. The ingrediants eat away the skin, go in and heal it, and speed the healing process from three to four weeks to sixteen seconds." Shropee said.
"Whoa! I need some of that."
"Not sold in stores," She said, and we laughed. "It's a special thing I do here for the alliance. Whenever tu get wounded, since tu are one of us now, I can heal tu with this anytime. And, anywhere, if I'm on the job." She turned around and started putting stuff away.
"Where's Jerek?" Tabra asked.
"I'm not sure," I turned and saw Jerek coming back down the steps.
"Hey, Jerek," Tabra called.
"Hey, Tabra." Jerek came down and started talking to Tabra.
I left them to it, figuring I could help Shropee with her work. "Need help?"
"Yes, if tu don't mind. Just file these according to color," She handed me a stack of papers in misceláneo different colors. "Then, if tu are really good with orginization, file them under last name, alphabetically."
I laughed. "Got it, Shropee!"
I started filing away, and got pretty good at it too.
1.I'm really afraid of getting hit por cars, like terrified of it. I'm terrified of crossing streets. I'm also very accident-prone... I think people aim for me.
2.I went to do my first big movie when I was 17. I was in South Africa for three and half months, and I was por myself.
3.I was just taking out my trash and I had, like, 300 cans of Diet Coke. It was just like, "How did that happen?" I don't even remember buying them. I also like Cinnamon brindis, pan tostado Crunch. My addictions are pretty much the only things I consume.
4.I've got a terrible memory -- I end up repeating myself quite a lot. The only thing I can remember is that I'm going to repeat myself!