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fundamentally) wrote2014-11-13 08:05 pm
fundamentally) wrote2014-11-13 08:05 pm
Effie
6 October
They'd patched him up at the hospital and seen to a bit of blood but there was no real need to keep him so they'd sent him off with a sack of bandages and a bottle of narcotics. He was high from a shot when he'd called Effie who had come right away. Oh, she was all a-flutter, fussing over him and going on, but he was a bit too high to follow along. It was all right, he assured her. It wasn't even until they were secure in his flat and he was putting on pyjamas that the truth had come out. That there had been a man with a knife who had robbed him. That a kindly soul had helped. That he had bled a rather copious amount. And that he was sure it hurt, he just didn't care.
"Will you have a lie down with me?" he asked, weary of all of it. He caught her hands and pulled her toward the bedroom. "I don't want to muss your wig but I am truly tired, Effie darling."
They'd patched him up at the hospital and seen to a bit of blood but there was no real need to keep him so they'd sent him off with a sack of bandages and a bottle of narcotics. He was high from a shot when he'd called Effie who had come right away. Oh, she was all a-flutter, fussing over him and going on, but he was a bit too high to follow along. It was all right, he assured her. It wasn't even until they were secure in his flat and he was putting on pyjamas that the truth had come out. That there had been a man with a knife who had robbed him. That a kindly soul had helped. That he had bled a rather copious amount. And that he was sure it hurt, he just didn't care.
"Will you have a lie down with me?" he asked, weary of all of it. He caught her hands and pulled her toward the bedroom. "I don't want to muss your wig but I am truly tired, Effie darling."
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"I love you too, John. And I've got you now. You were so brave and you were strong and now I've got you." She curls herself around him as much as she can without touching his right side. Makes sure he's comfortable before laying her head down beside his. "Just sleep so it won't hurt anymore. I'll be right here."
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"That's a rather good idea," he says, eyes already closed. He holds her in return, as best as he can, and the drugs and the exhuastion allow sleep to claim him. It's a dead sleep, a blind sleep. No dreams, no fears. He sleeps in the comfort of the curve of her breast and the smell of her hair, assured that tomorrow will be a better day.