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Healing thoughts please...

Scott, one of my best friends back in Brisbane collapsed with pneumonia over the weekend and is in hospital in an induced coma. From what I've been told it's happened before and he's come out of it, so there is hope, but still it's frightening.

Some of the Melbourne people will know him as the big, friendly guy who's come to a couple of Conquest's with myself and Stephen.

Any good thoughts his way will be very much appreciated.

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littik
Nov. 5th, 2007 12:19 pm (UTC)
Not Amy and Scott, Scott?

This is very bad news. Good thoughts indeed.
halloranelder
Nov. 5th, 2007 01:57 pm (UTC)
No, different Scott.
littik
Nov. 5th, 2007 02:21 pm (UTC)
Still, good thoughts.
crystal_storm
Nov. 5th, 2007 12:27 pm (UTC)
My thoughts and prayers are with him.
ozisim
Nov. 5th, 2007 12:48 pm (UTC)
damn...
I'll light a candle tonight...
(We are all too young to be having to do this chronically.)
psuedonym777
Nov. 5th, 2007 01:01 pm (UTC)
*hug* :o(
umbra_mentis
Nov. 5th, 2007 08:33 pm (UTC)
*hugs, hope and healthful thoughts*

crazyjane13
Nov. 5th, 2007 10:01 pm (UTC)
Healing thoughts coming his way.
motokomaharet
Nov. 5th, 2007 10:02 pm (UTC)
Love and hugs!!!

Hugs and love!!!

See you soon.
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