The Forgotten People

[nawlinsfleur]

Despite the sinking feeling that is washing over him, Bo remains calm while sitting up in his bed. A cold sweat has broken over his ebony skin as he runs his clammy hands through his hair. Getting up off his bed slowly, that familiar feeling overcomes him, the suffocating feeling; the feeling of drowning. His world swirling around him, Bo grunts

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[ipatievsverd]

[knocking gently on the door. she's brought a dish of svitanak for him, since he gave her the gumbo, and she's been working on her cooking skills.]
Ah... uh.. Bo?

[nawlinsfleur]

Come in if ya want...

[ipatievsverd]

[she comes in, looking rather unsure, but carrying the plate anyway.]
I have been working on my cooking and uh... I thought you might like some. Since I had some of your.. gumbo, was it?

[nawlinsfleur]

{He nods, not really one for words today. Sitting up in bed, he nods.}

Well tha's mighty nice of ya, darlin'...smells good too. Hope tha' wasn't too much trouble.

[devilwentdownto]

He knocks on the door anyway because he knows the date. No food though, not until he finds out how bo is feeling.

Bo? Ya home?

[nawlinsfleur]

{He doesn't answer at first, not really wanting to be bothered. But...in times like these, you sometimes need people by your side. He sighs while sitting on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. His back is too the door.}

Yessir, yeah in need or somethin'?

[devilwentdownto]

Naw... jus' came ta check in on ya darlin'. Ya ate taday?

[nawlinsfleur]

Ah had some grits Chris made for me earlier. Had shrimp in 'em an everythang; it was real good.