Aftermath of a Joke (Enigma/Edward, Enigma/Bruce Log)
Enigma lay in the large bed she and Bruce usually shared, pale and weak, almost drowning in the pillows and blankets. She had sent Marcus for her father almost as soon as she returned to the land of the conscious, desperate to see him.
She shifted, biting back a scream of pain as the sheets brushed over the thousands of cuts across her body, a tear sliding down her cheek. She beat her pillow into a new shape, before resting back against it, wishing Bruce would come back. She needed someone to hold onto, someone to wrap their arms around her and tell her it was going to be alright...she needed a fucking sip of water and the glass was too far away.
( Aftermath of a Joke )
She shifted, biting back a scream of pain as the sheets brushed over the thousands of cuts across her body, a tear sliding down her cheek. She beat her pillow into a new shape, before resting back against it, wishing Bruce would come back. She needed someone to hold onto, someone to wrap their arms around her and tell her it was going to be alright...she needed a fucking sip of water and the glass was too far away.
( Aftermath of a Joke )