saving people, hunting things

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This place has good cable channels.

Cora paused considering the meeting. Pride prevented her from accepting help but the teen knew that this wasn’t a situation in which she really had the option to not agree. “I think that’d be good, Mr. Winchester,” she reluctantly forced out the words. “Thanks for taking the time for this.” She rubbed her temples to ease the headache that would come on.”Should I do anything in the mean time?”

Sam smiled warmly and scratched the back of his neck. He shrugged. "Just... try not to heal anyone with any serious injuries like a broken bone or something. Work on little stuff." He didn't want to scare the girl, but it was almost neccessary she focused on smaller wounds rather than bigger, considering her state. "If you need anything, or if something happens, just call or stop by my room. Sound good?"

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Afternoon, Brookhaven.

I’ll definitely do that and bring over some toys and dog biscuits. I carry them with me everytime I come for the new semester just in case I see any dogs I like. I hope this is the only time I visit the ward, ha!

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So.

Afternoon, Brookhaven.

This place has good cable channels.

Tapping her finger in a rhythm, the teen awaited his answer. Alternating from the light titter tat on her arm and rubbing her hands together, his final response allowed the air to lapse through her teeth. Good. She certainly appreciated it. Though Cora questioned whether or not he might go behind her back… adults had a tendency to lie. “Okay. That’s good. I mean dealing with the pain can’t be bad.” 

Sam nodded. He has never met anyone with Cora's... condition? Was that the right word? He wasn't sure if this could be a diagnosis or not, or whether she was the first one to have the genetic makeup. He didn't know where to find out, either. Psychic healers weren't exactly something a person would put in a job description on Facebook, even if they were legit. "I doubt it. It should be pretty simple. What do you say we meet once or twice a week for thorough meetings? I gotta do some research before I try to help you." Sam sighed and placed his hand on her shoulder cautiously. He didn't want to keep her waiting, but it was necessary. 

I'm just gonna sit here and eat.

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Afternoon, Brookhaven.

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