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Heading to New York for doctors. ~~oh joy~~

How come?

I've been a little sick. They want to run some test or whatever *shrugs* Best doctors are apparently there and not here.

Oh....*gentle hug, wanting to be careful* You'll be okay though, right?

Duh of course I will. We all know me. I'm far too stubborn and bitchy to not be okay. *smirks and hugs him back*

*snuggles* Have a good trip and see the empire state building?

If they let me out I will. I believe they are going to TRY and put me on bedrest. Me. Bedrest *SNORT!* Yeah. Fat chance of that happening. I do however have to pay a visit to the church to see a friend.

*giggles at the idea of bedrest, then blinks* Which friend?

Her name is Penniah. She works with the chuch.

Oh. Cool. Tell her hi from me.

I shall. So how are tricks kiddo?

Okay. I broke my arm.

What? How? *blinks*

I...fell.

Yeah I don't like the pause in between the two words Ry.

*sighs* Fell from a dragon flyin' over Mount Everest.

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What the fuck were you doing letting a dragon take ya anywhere in the first place Ryan King! I thought you told me you were gonna be careful!

*cringes and backs up* I didn't mean t-to...

*rubs her face a minute* Ryan. You do not let a dragon take you flying. You do not fly over mt. everest. *is pretty sure mom already had a stern talking to him over this...or soshe hopes*

*sits very still, nods*

Maybe I shouldn't go to New York.

*softly* I'll be good.

You better be. No more dragon flying! *puffs a bit*

Okay.

Good.

*bites lip* Sorry.

It's alright it's just worrysome.

We were really careful. I had a helmet and everything. He just went too fast.

I'm sure your mother had a talk with this dragon so....and I'm sure she had a talk to you so I can't be all grr.

She threw a hairdryer at him. Are you really really mad?

No, I'm more so disappointed that you got hurt. Again.

D-didn't do it on purpose....

No but it seems 98% of the time I see you you're hurt somehow *frowns* I don't like it.

M'clumsy...

Yeah...like I said. You need a bubble.

Or a guard dog.

I'd go for bubble.

I'll ask Mom for one.

Good *grins*

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