Sticks And Stones
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He's never wrong.
He never allows himself to be wrong.
But it's staring him right in the face.
A lapse in judgment.
An error.
The few strips of gauze he's pulled from the drawer just aren't going to be enough to fix this mess.
The blood soaked wad currently in his hand is hurled in the direction of the sink.
He never allows himself to be wrong.
But it's staring him right in the face.
A lapse in judgment.
An error.
The few strips of gauze he's pulled from the drawer just aren't going to be enough to fix this mess.
The blood soaked wad currently in his hand is hurled in the direction of the sink.
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Date: 2007-09-25 09:31 pm (UTC)Fingers intertwine. He holds on to his wife, a man adrift searching for safety.
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Date: 2007-09-25 10:12 pm (UTC)Turning her head, she looks at Bruce, looks at his hand around her's, looks her his arm entwined with her own. She hadn't needed another reminder of how fragile a thing is life.
The tightening of her chest is mostly in her own mind.
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Date: 2007-09-26 05:18 pm (UTC)G'night, Alfred.