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FIC: Make You Believe, Make You Forget
Original poster: forbiddenromanc
Rating: G/PG
Warnings/Spoliers: None
Written for Yuletide, set during the paralysis storyline
Luke swung his legs over the side of his bed, carefully avoiding scattering the shoes and . . . sleeves of baseball cards. He thought he’d moved those to the down stairs bedroom years ago. Shrugging off the thought, he stood up, his legs wobbling unpleasantly.
He shook them, trying to get the sensation in his legs back. He got worried when, after a few minutes, the pins and needles faded into literally nothing and his legs felt like dead weight. ‘Why can’t I feel my legs?’ Déjà vu.
The door swung open, revealing Holden with chocolate milk splattered Ethan wiggling in his arms. “Oh, you’re up,” he said with unmasked surprised. “ I thought Noah, Ethan and I would have to eat all the food.”
“Noah’s here?” Luke asked with a wide grin, walking to his dresser and pulling on a sweatshirt. His legs seemed fine now.
Holden looked confused, as he struggled to keep Ethan squirming out of his grasp. “Are you feeling alright? Oh course, Noah is here, just like every morning. He’s helping with your recovery.” He smiled too brightly and left.
( As you breathe out, I breathe in )
Rating: G/PG
Warnings/Spoliers: None
Written for Yuletide, set during the paralysis storyline
Luke swung his legs over the side of his bed, carefully avoiding scattering the shoes and . . . sleeves of baseball cards. He thought he’d moved those to the down stairs bedroom years ago. Shrugging off the thought, he stood up, his legs wobbling unpleasantly.
He shook them, trying to get the sensation in his legs back. He got worried when, after a few minutes, the pins and needles faded into literally nothing and his legs felt like dead weight. ‘Why can’t I feel my legs?’ Déjà vu.
The door swung open, revealing Holden with chocolate milk splattered Ethan wiggling in his arms. “Oh, you’re up,” he said with unmasked surprised. “ I thought Noah, Ethan and I would have to eat all the food.”
“Noah’s here?” Luke asked with a wide grin, walking to his dresser and pulling on a sweatshirt. His legs seemed fine now.
Holden looked confused, as he struggled to keep Ethan squirming out of his grasp. “Are you feeling alright? Oh course, Noah is here, just like every morning. He’s helping with your recovery.” He smiled too brightly and left.
( As you breathe out, I breathe in )
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