2004 April 22 Personal Log

[p_marshall]

Well, Sgt. Voight is ten times more pissed than I thought I expected her to be. I know she feels in the dark, but its not like I know what the hell is going on either. And if she knew me at all, she would know that I would tell her the little bit of crap that I do know if I wasn't under orders not to. Well I always knew that the Army wasn't a

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[ct_char]

*eases into the main door of the infirmary*

*glances around in the semi-darkness, spotting Paige sitting at the desk illuminated by a lamp*

*moves quietly closer*

[p_marshall]

*hears a sound. looks up*

Who's there? Is someone there? Sgt. Voight?

[ct_char]

*stops just outside the circle of light*

Hi, Paige.

[p_marshall]

*squints to try and make out who it is.*

Who's there? Can I help you?

[ct_char]

You look nervous, Paige.

*perches on the edge of the desk, one foot on the floor*

*idly picks up the metal letter opener lying on the blotter*

Is something wrong?

[p_marshall]

No, nothing...nothing wrong.

I just..is there something you need? Are you okay...I mean were you checked out after you...well. Why did you come here?

[ct_char]

*stands up, smiling*

Maybe I just wanted to thank you for taking such good care of me.

[p_marshall]

*backs up some more*

Not sure you should do that, seeing as how I thought you were dead. Thats not very good care.