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[fic - Veritas]
May. 7th, 2007 09:44 pmVeritas / Calvin/Nikko / What It Takes To Heal ~ 777 words
(Takes place post- The Name of God)
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mickeym for the quite n dirty beta and msktrnanny for the title help!
It was the first chance he'd had to be alone since it had happened. Every muscle in his body was on fire, every joint ached in a way he didn’t know was possible. His eyes felt like someone had scraped them with sandpaper and - He was exhausted. It felt like days had gone by when it had really only been a couple of hours. This was the first time since they’d left the hospital that he’d been left alone. Until just a few minutes ago, everyone had been hovering and rightthere making sure he didn’t need anything and was ok.
In the dim light of his room, Nikko pulled his ruined sweater over his head and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked just as tired as he felt. His skin was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes. Next he pulled his undershirt off, and then kicked the ruined pile of clothes away. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, at the injury that had already started to heal. By this time tomorrow, it would be nearly healed and all that would remain would be the sharp memory of the painnumbterror as he felt himself growing weaker.( more. . . )
(Takes place post- The Name of God)
Many thanks to
mickeym for the quite n dirty beta and msktrnanny for the title help!It was the first chance he'd had to be alone since it had happened. Every muscle in his body was on fire, every joint ached in a way he didn’t know was possible. His eyes felt like someone had scraped them with sandpaper and - He was exhausted. It felt like days had gone by when it had really only been a couple of hours. This was the first time since they’d left the hospital that he’d been left alone. Until just a few minutes ago, everyone had been hovering and rightthere making sure he didn’t need anything and was ok.
In the dim light of his room, Nikko pulled his ruined sweater over his head and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked just as tired as he felt. His skin was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes. Next he pulled his undershirt off, and then kicked the ruined pile of clothes away. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, at the injury that had already started to heal. By this time tomorrow, it would be nearly healed and all that would remain would be the sharp memory of the painnumbterror as he felt himself growing weaker.( more. . . )
