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Post by Hope Dawson on Feb 3, 2010 21:13:38 GMT -5
“We’re almost to the L.H., doll, hang in there…for me.”
Hope glanced up at him, and grinned as she met his gaze. "O-okay." She stammered as she quickly looked down at her hands resting in her lap.
Disappointment filled Hope as she saw the Lodging House. Once they were back, and she got fixed up, everything would go back to normal. She would have to pretend she didn't have feelings for Hawkeye. It shouldn't be that hard, just ignoring feelings that shouldn't even be there in the first place. She looked back up at him, wishing he felt the same way she did. But she knew it was close to impossible, so how was she supposed to get over this infatuation?
Not wanting their time to end, Hope decided to say something; anything to keep them talking. "I really appreciate you taking me back here." She said, "I wasn't looking forward to walking that far, especially with my ankle being hurt and all, so...thank you." Hope smiled, but cringed inwardly at how dumb she thought she sounded.
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Post by Hawkeye on Feb 26, 2010 0:16:14 GMT -5
Hawk chuckled and smiled down at her again, “Anytime, Hope. Ya know I’m always here for ya.” Truth be told, she was so light, he was in no way burdened by her form and could easily have continued their walk for a while longer… He walked up the lodging house steps and onto the porch, without breaking their eye contact, gently setting her down on her own two feet. Coughing, Hawkeye looked over at the door, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Everything in him was screaming for him to kiss her, but he knew he couldn’t. There was too much at stake.
For the first time in his life, he wished he wasn’t leader. Things with Hope would be so much less complicated if he was just another newsie. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Hawkeye looked back at her, wondering what she was thinking.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Feb 27, 2010 17:38:51 GMT -5
“Anytime, Hope. Ya know I’m always here for ya.”
Hope smiled, "I'm glad." She said as their eyes met again. Her heart started racing, and she could feel herself blushing. Hawkeye could do that to her. Everything would be fine until their eyes met, he touched her, or even just looked at her, then she would turn into a mess. She was thankful that her face was covered in dirt, blood, and cuts, it would help hide the redness from her blushing.
After he put her down, she tried to put weight on her ankle, and flinched in pain. She didn't want to go inside, and get bandaged up. Once she was inside, she wouldn't have Hawk's undivided attention. He would have leader things to attend to, and she would be in bed with a bad ankle. Hope put her arms around her, realizing that she was still wearing his coat. She looked up to see that he was already looking at her. "Do you want your coat back?" She asked before pausing and looking over at the door. He was probably wondering why she wasn't inside already. "I guess I should go inside, and get fixed up.."
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Post by Hawkeye on Mar 5, 2010 12:44:50 GMT -5
Hawk shook his head as she mentioned his coat, “Nah keep it for now, I’ll come get it from you later.” Not only did this keep her warm, it also gave him an excuse to see her that night and hawk basked in his own brilliance.
"I guess I should go inside, and get fixed up.."
Still laughing at himself on the inside, Hawkeye was snapped back to reality. “Well, umm on more thing…” He paused and scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the right words. “Ya know, Irish’s getting married ta Poet in a few days ((note: this is a few days behind the “wedding day” thread)) and I think we should all go seein as he’s one of us, but I kno it’ll be hard with that ankle of yours. So maybe I could, uh…” He chuckled at his own nervousness, amazed her ability to do this to him. “What I’m tryin ta ask is, would you be my date to the Wedding, Hope?”
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Post by Hope Dawson on Mar 5, 2010 14:22:42 GMT -5
“Nah keep it for now, I’ll come get it from you later.”
Hope nodded to show her agreement before she turned to limp towards the door. She was disappointed that their time was over. At least she would get to see him again when he would come get his coat from her.
“Well, umm on more thing…Ya know, Irish’s getting married ta Poet in a few days and I think we should all go seein as he’s one of us, but I kno it’ll be hard with that ankle of yours.”
She turned to face him, grateful for another reason to stay outside with Hawk. Slowly she nodded as he mentioned Poet and Irish's wedding. Honestly, she had forgotten all about the wedding being in a few days. But Hope was thrilled for them. It must be so exciting to find the person that you were going to spend the rest of your life with.
“So maybe I could, uh… What I’m tryin ta ask is, would you be my date to the Wedding, Hope?”
A smile crossed her face as she saw Hawk nervous, she had never seen him like this before. Her heart began to race when he asked her to be his date. Was he really asking her? She met his eyes and nearly beamed, "Of course I will." She said, trying to hide how excited she really was.
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Post by Hawkeye on Mar 7, 2010 15:59:54 GMT -5
He didn’t say anything when she agreed, merely grinned at her in a very un-Hawkeye like way and he had to stop himself again from trying to kiss her. “Now that that’s taken care of, let’s get you inside.” His strong arms once again picked her up and her carried her inside, not wanting her to have to limp on her twisted ankle any more than she had to. Setting her gently on the couch, Hawk hurried into Mr. Peterson’s office and came back with the elderly LH caretaker only moments later. “We’ll have you fixed up in no time, dear, don’t you worry bout that,” the man assured her.
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Post by Hope Dawson on Mar 9, 2010 0:17:43 GMT -5
“Now that that’s taken care of, let’s get you inside.”
Hope felt like she was on top of the world, she smiled to herself as Hawk picked her up again. To be so close to him was one of the best feelings ever. Of course, it ended too soon, she was now on the couch in the lodging house. She sat back on the couch as she watched Hawk walk away to Mr. Peterson's office.
“We’ll have you fixed up in no time, dear, don’t you worry bout that,”
She smiled at the elderly man as he assured her, "Thank you." Hope glanced over at Hawk, and back at Mr. Peterson. "How long do I have to stay off my ankle?" She asked, not looking very forward to staying in bed for a while.
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Post by Hawkeye on Mar 9, 2010 1:00:17 GMT -5
“Oh not too long, I’d imagine,” Mr. Peterson said as he examined her ankle. “It’s not twisted or sprained, just a mite dislocated. Once I set it right, it’ll be tender for a few days, but you should be back on your feet after a full night’s rest and walking normally in a day or so.” Hawkeye winced a little, knowing exactly how a dislocated joint felt. He’d had plenty of them in the past and was hoping, for Hope’s sake, that the old man would be gentler on her than he was with him. “Now, this will hurt a bit…” Hawk knew this part was coming and was already sitting beside her. He put one arm around her shoulders, while his other took her hand that was closest to him; knowing she’d need something to grab once Mr. Peterson got started.
((note: dislocated ankle is almost always accompanied by a fractured fibula, but that requires surgery and weeks of physical therapy/recovery… So, for the sake of the story it’s one of those rare isolated dislocations, mkay? lol))
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Post by Hope Dawson on Mar 9, 2010 22:55:06 GMT -5
“It’s not twisted or sprained, just a mite dislocated. Once I set it right, it’ll be tender for a few days, but you should be back on your feet after a full night’s rest and walking normally in a day or so.”
"Well that's good," She said, watching the man examine her ankle. Hope was glad she didn't have to stay in bed for too long, she could live with the pain. As long as she didn't have to be alone in the lodging house bored, she would be fine. That's what she kept telling herself anyways.
“Now, this will hurt a bit…”
Hope squeezed Hawk's hand as she buried her head into his shoulder, not wanting to watch. She squealed, and tightened her grip on Hawk's hand before snapping her head to Mr. Peterson. "A bit?!" She exclaimed. Hope looked down at her hand, which was still holding Hawk's. She looked up and smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry..." She paused, knowing she probably didn't hurt him, but wanted to apologize just to make sure. "But thank you, I needed that." She said with a grin.
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