× L.M.N; Second Generation. Semi-Lit & Accepting! c:

[mukade]

Dallas sighed and squeezed her hand lightly. He was afraid with stitches she wouldn't like him anymore, knowing how the stitches would look.. Maybe He could cover them up with his bangs? Yeah, that's what he'd do.. Dallas stayed close to Jasmine as they entered the hospital, holding onto her hand and lacing his fingers with hers.

[F e a r l e s s.]

Jasmie walked up to the front desk, "Could we please see a doctor?" she asked, glancing back at Dallas' head before looking back at the lady, "Sure. Could you tellme what happened please?" she asked, Jasmine came up wit a quick lie, that was semi true, "He tripped over a flat surface and cut open his head." she said smirking slightly, "Hmm... It looks like he may néed stitches." the woman said. Jasmine looked at him, her eyes saying everything would be okay.

[mukade]

Dallas' eyes widened but he nodded, swallowing his fear and being brave. "Alright." He muttered, giving the lady a death stare for just saying that. He didn't know why he did since it wasn't that big of a deal, he just felt like being a a**hole to her [ xD ] Dallas' eyes flicked back to Jasmine and he gave a weak smile.

[F e a r l e s s.]

The woman led them into a Dr.s office before telling them to wait patiently and leaving. Jasmine turned to him, "Dont worry. It'll be fine! I promise." she said in a positive tone.

[mukade]

Dallas studied her and gave a weak unsure smile. "Sure.." He muttered, looking down at the floor. He hadn't let go of her hand, he kept his fingers laced with hers and a tight but-not-so-tight grasp.

[F e a r l e s s.]

The doctor walked in and examined Dallas, "Yep. This is gonna require some stitches." he said more-so to himself then to anyone else. He began to clean it with some alcohol and cotton swabs. Jasmine winced, she knew how bad alcohol burned... Especially on open wounds.

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Ethan Jr.

He smiled and nodded leading her to the restraunt and walking in. He got them a table and opened a menu. "What do you want? I think I'm having the french onion soup." he said closing the menu.[/center]

[center]Riley

"Ok well I will tell him tonight." she said smiling. She pulled out a napkin and a marker. "Here put your name and number and I can call you after I talk to my boss." she said slidding it across the table to him.

Calvin

Calvin paused in mid step, "He was a FBI agent. he said slowly. He couldn't really remember his dad. It was about 10 years since he had died.

Brian smiled and wrote his hone number since he didn't have a cell phone. "Alrighty. Thank you bunches." He said quietly, handing her the napkin and marker

Stacy slowed, looking at him. "Oh, I'm sorry if I'm being nosy." She said, looking down towards the ground.

[mukade]

Dallas winced at the burning of the alcohol and closed his eyes, trying to focus on something else than this. He finally relaxed, calming from the burning and his fear going away a bit as he did focus on something else.He opened his eyes to cast a sideways glance at Jasmine.

[F e a r l e s s.]

Jasmine squeezed his hand tighter, feeling his pain as with her other hand she moved some of the hair that was I his face off to the side. The doctor then injected a numbing medicine into the wound. Once it was numbed he began to work on the stitches. (I've had stitches before an they are so fugly!!! XD)

[mukade]

Dallas closed his eyes once again. He didn't want to think about anything. He knew right after the numbing went away he was taking Tylenol and things like that to keep the pain away. He felt Jasmine squeeze his hand and it made him smile inside. [ I've never had stitches or broken any bones.. I don't know why, I'm always climbing things and jumping off of high platforms.. XD ]