| [May. 31st, 2009|07:29 pm] |
"You wouldn't be," Natsumi panted, "if you'd stay put." She tried clawing the blanket back over him, but her two working fingers were shaking too badly to be useful. His hands tightened on her shoulders, and she stilled.
The name he'd called out was none of her business. Somehow it hurt a little to meet his eyes anyway. She pushed it down. He recognized her now; wasn't that good enough?
His questions were easier to answer. "Your shirt's ruined. I can sew it up later, if you don't have another, but we should get to your side first, anyway. I didn't--I couldn't do it with my hand. I'm sorry. I stopped the bleeding, anyway, and you've had two blood-pills. I didn't have any spare clothes for you, and you were freezing cold." He still was, but at least a little color had returned to his ashen face. Of course, most of that was from the chemical blood he'd coughed back up. She tried wiping a thick drop away from his chin with her thumb, and only succeeded in smearing it.
"You should have told me," she said, quietly, fiercely. "I could have done it." |
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