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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 924286" data-attributes="member: 9167">I-81 South, En Route to JFKSyracuse, New York7:18pm Late Spring, 20Though originally alarmed at how much blood Stewart lost...not to mentioned secretly worried that she would do something undignified like pass out again...there really was alot of blood and it was all over her...Stop it!Lorelai made sure Stewart's tie held tightly for a tourniquet before pushing herself up to get into the backseat and give him some room.  Just as she was in the middle of getting back there, half in front, half in back - Durant had to open his mouth and actually talk to her.Her dark brows knit together.  "As much as I'm sure you'd love to see take my shirt off," the young woman began in a heavily sarcastic tone.  "I don't think that particular pleasure will be happening today even if I had a gaping hole in my chest."Lorelai shoved herself into the backseat, striving both not to fall on top of Durant and to find a place among the bags, cat carrier, and computer case that didn't involve having to touch him.   It also took every ounce of her will power not to glance down her shirt and check to make sure she was okay.  It would serve him right if she bled to death anyway.Insufferable man.</blockquote>