I think this one feels like the mother of all migraines. Am I forgoing protocol here? Maybe I should've gone to the hospital and gotten a check instead, sorry. I didn't stop to think.
[He knocks on her bedroom door before opening it. It might be worth asking why he didn't know at the front door, however. Or just how he actually got in. But for not he'll pretend these questions are of little consequence.]
[Yes, let's pretend that he was let in by a wide-eyed Clary, or a hesitant Jace, because both options are equally amusing. But right now the most important thing, aside from her very important headache, is that she's managed to sprawl herself on the bed in such a fashion that one could consider it dramatic.]
[Except of course he wasn't, and he's sliding the card he used to open the door back into his wallet as he elbows his way into her room and surveys the scene.]
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i mean, i was. but i wasn't necessarily.
how long have you had the headache?
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Yesterday? Yes, I think.
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ever had something like it before? migraines?
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I think this one feels like the mother of all migraines. Am I forgoing protocol here? Maybe I should've gone to the hospital and gotten a check instead, sorry. I didn't stop to think.
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I think this'll be a City first.
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Hey. How're the dramatics going?
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Swooning already? It's worse than I thought.
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