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[summer_quinn]

::sits in the infirmary holding onto Jonas' hand, silently praying he'll wake up, fearing what will happen when he does::

::thoughts of the horror of all thiswhirling through her head::

::blank expression, screaming on the inside::

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[jarrod_quinn]

::stares from doorway::

::notices Jonas is in pretty rough shape, sudden pang of guilt::

::turns his gaze to Summer... chokes on the guilt...feels urge to hold her... shakes the thought from his mind::

::thinks about Courtknee... feels rage return... glare::

[bridget_n]

*comes into the infirmary to see Jonas* Summer....I heard what happened....I wish I could help....I wish I could make that bastard Jarrod pay for what he did to you.

Hang in there, Jonas. I'd hate to see what kind of shape everyone is going to be in if you don't... *face is wet from the tears*

[summer_quinn]

::emo!coma::

[bridget_n]

*hugs forever*