Post by KrJ on May 6, 2006 11:55:36 GMT
George had rung Marg as soon as Jorja left their apartment. He was so scared she might do something stupid. She had taken the car, and last time she took the car when she was feeling..."negative"...she almost died. He didn't want to go through that again, and this time she was feeling even worse.
Marg and George had gone to all the pubs, clubs, the beach and all the normal places that she might have gone.
Whilst searching, George had explained to Marg all that had happened.
".....and then she just walked out and left!" George explained, shaking with fear. He didn't really want to cry in front of his friends, especially Marg, but he couldn't help it. The woman he loved so much had gone missing and he couldn't cope.
He had dropped Daisy off at Billy's house - he trusted Billy with her.
They arrived at the studio where they filmed CSI. This was their last hope. They went straight to her dressing room. That was the most likely place in the building.
Marg went to open the door but it was locked.
"She's in there. She's locked the door" Marg stated in panic.
"Jorja!!" George screamed, hoping she could hear him. He was banging on the door.
"Jorja! Open the door!! Please!" he begged, but there was still no response.
George, in desperate hope, took a step back from the door and flung himself against it, shoulder first. The door shook witht he force of George's hit, but didn't open. He stepped back for another try. His face was bright red with...well...he didn't really know what emotion he was feeling. He had never felt like it before. He just wanted to see Jorja and wanted her to be okay.
There was no luck in his second try of breaking the door down.
His shoulder was throbbing, but that didn't matter. All he wanted to do was open that door. Marg saw the pain he was feeling.
It made her very worried.
"G-George. Calm down. We can find a key"
But he didn't listen he just wanted to break that door down and get to Jorja.
With a third bang against the door, it crashed to the floor, followed by George who fell on top of it because of the sheer force that was used to break it down. Marg ran into the dressing room, followed by George who had now picked himself up onto his feet. They both saw Jorja slumped on the leather settee on the other side of her rather large dressing room. She was motionless.
"Jorja!" George cried, running over to her and kneeling in front of her. He held her face upright with his shaking hands. Her eyes were closed.
"Jorja. Jorja, wake up. Please" he said this, knowing that she wasn't just asleep.
"George, look!" Marg said picking up a little container that was next to Jorja on the couch.
"W-What are they?" he asked, knowing immediately that they were some kind of tablet.
Marg squinted her eyes to read the label on the container.
"They're anti-depressants."
George looked back at Jorja in search of any movement.
"Well, how many has she taken?"
George didn't want to check Jorja's pulse. He was in denial that something that bad may have happened to her.
Marg noticed that George hadn't, so she had the horrible job of checking.
She sat next to Jorja on the sofa and placed 2 of her fingers, on the side of her neck, searching for Jorja's pulse.
The 5 seconds she was looking seemed like hours for George.
"She's alive!" she said, with a sigh of relief, but knew they had to get help quickly.
"You stay with her, i'll call an ambulance" she ordered, running over to the phone in Jorja's dressing room and dialing '911'.
(( right i dont really know what else to post..help me out! lol ))
Marg and George had gone to all the pubs, clubs, the beach and all the normal places that she might have gone.
Whilst searching, George had explained to Marg all that had happened.
".....and then she just walked out and left!" George explained, shaking with fear. He didn't really want to cry in front of his friends, especially Marg, but he couldn't help it. The woman he loved so much had gone missing and he couldn't cope.
He had dropped Daisy off at Billy's house - he trusted Billy with her.
They arrived at the studio where they filmed CSI. This was their last hope. They went straight to her dressing room. That was the most likely place in the building.
Marg went to open the door but it was locked.
"She's in there. She's locked the door" Marg stated in panic.
"Jorja!!" George screamed, hoping she could hear him. He was banging on the door.
"Jorja! Open the door!! Please!" he begged, but there was still no response.
George, in desperate hope, took a step back from the door and flung himself against it, shoulder first. The door shook witht he force of George's hit, but didn't open. He stepped back for another try. His face was bright red with...well...he didn't really know what emotion he was feeling. He had never felt like it before. He just wanted to see Jorja and wanted her to be okay.
There was no luck in his second try of breaking the door down.
His shoulder was throbbing, but that didn't matter. All he wanted to do was open that door. Marg saw the pain he was feeling.
It made her very worried.
"G-George. Calm down. We can find a key"
But he didn't listen he just wanted to break that door down and get to Jorja.
With a third bang against the door, it crashed to the floor, followed by George who fell on top of it because of the sheer force that was used to break it down. Marg ran into the dressing room, followed by George who had now picked himself up onto his feet. They both saw Jorja slumped on the leather settee on the other side of her rather large dressing room. She was motionless.
"Jorja!" George cried, running over to her and kneeling in front of her. He held her face upright with his shaking hands. Her eyes were closed.
"Jorja. Jorja, wake up. Please" he said this, knowing that she wasn't just asleep.
"George, look!" Marg said picking up a little container that was next to Jorja on the couch.
"W-What are they?" he asked, knowing immediately that they were some kind of tablet.
Marg squinted her eyes to read the label on the container.
"They're anti-depressants."
George looked back at Jorja in search of any movement.
"Well, how many has she taken?"
George didn't want to check Jorja's pulse. He was in denial that something that bad may have happened to her.
Marg noticed that George hadn't, so she had the horrible job of checking.
She sat next to Jorja on the sofa and placed 2 of her fingers, on the side of her neck, searching for Jorja's pulse.
The 5 seconds she was looking seemed like hours for George.
"She's alive!" she said, with a sigh of relief, but knew they had to get help quickly.
"You stay with her, i'll call an ambulance" she ordered, running over to the phone in Jorja's dressing room and dialing '911'.
(( right i dont really know what else to post..help me out! lol ))