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inmyownworld (inmyownworld) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

L waited for Laura's response, and quailed when she grasped the spike and tore it out, quickly and decisively. Combined with his earlier queasiness and the painkillers, it was enough to make his stomach heave. His insides felt like they were tearing each other apart as he turned over, gagging; only the fact that his stomach was completely empty saved him from vomiting in his cot.

Trembling, pale, and hoping that he hadn't torn his stitches, L curled into himself, realizing with a start that Laura was laying beside him. That baffled him. Maybe she felt ashamed, or guilty, or like she had failed him by leaving him in the arms of another woman when he was between life and death and needed her.

His thoughts froze when she blandly told him that his transgression had been worse. He blinked, wondering if Laura understood that he had been out of his mind with pain, and nearly unconscious from shock, when Merope had kissed him. He had been too weak to even turn his head at that point, so how could he have protested or prevented it? It was true, that he had wished that the woman holding him had been Laura, but Merope's thin arms had offered all that they could to comfort him, and the girl had kissed him because her compassion spilled over often into the realm of the physical when her heart couldn't contain it anymore. In L's mind, there was something profound about one human being reaching out to another simply because he was in pain, and it was, more often than not, purely platonic. That was how it had been. But Laura hadn't been there...

Laura hadn't been there.

The words were hollow and bitter. L swallowed them before they touched his tongue, closing the hand that Laura was touching.

"You have every reason to be angry at me." Though L disagreed with his own words, he had to know how Laura would react.