| [Jun. 2nd, 2009|10:31 pm] |
"This is exactly how it works," Natsumi said sharply. "You've got no better reason to look out for me than I do for you. And anyway, if I'd done my job right the first time you wouldn't be burning up now." She'd smeared the wound as best she could with antiseptic cream, but that was a pitiful defense against the sort of infection that took hold far too easily in an open wound cleaned with river-water and stitched with dirty hands. Guilt gnawed at her. She pushed past it. Later.
"If you can make it ten meters without stumbling, I'll believe you. Otherwise, I'm taking my chances with flattening." She raised her left arm and flexed, trying her best to smile at him. "I'm stronger than I look." |
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