When he wakes up next day he feels just fine.
It’s a sunny day
and his leg is not screamming
his head is not on fire
and his bed is more welcoming that never
Oh, everything is so surreal
maybe I’m already death
But he’s sweating
and death people don’t sweat.
Right?
He goes to the living room and directly to the piano, his piano.
It’s just 7 am
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he's not taking Vicodin
I see that you haven't read the first chapter
so I think that that's my mistake
the prologue is here http://mireya-11.livejournal.com/2981.html
and the first chapter is here http://mireya-11.livejournal.com/3547.html
I'm pretty sure that you're right about what you're saying
'cause I don't have the lighless* idea of medicine
I'm just a wanna-be-of-doctor ^^U
But I checked tylenol and they said that someone might die deppending of his health
I'm not pretty sure though, I can always get wrong :D
Thanks a lot for the complimment and for the advice too
let me check it ;)
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That's the one problem with fic on livejournal, it's hard to figure out where things begin. (that, and formatting becomes something of a nightmare, especially with a style such as yours, that's intended to be brief and force you through it, rather than let you wander through it.)
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Yes you're terribly right u_u
LJ is very complicated for me xDDD
Aw well
I'll take that as a compliment ^^
I never understood pretty well blogs or things like that so... you can imagine how lost I am xD
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I really hope he's enjoying those cookies!
Just one day left? Eep!
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hahahaha
yes... poor House *evil laugh*
Yeah sorry
but a lot of things can happen in just one day ^^
and after all
we don't know if it's really one day ;)
I can always get crazy at the end ^^U
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