Sickbay was quiet. It always was this late, but tonight the silence was heavy and uncomfortable. So was Bill’s heart. He sat in the chair next to Dee’s bed, her delicate hand in his. Her fingers were cold from the blood loss. The bandage around her head was a stark contrast to the soft café au lait skin.
They shouldn't be here.
She
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this was very sweet! i really liked it!
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This is a very poignant and thought-provoking scene you have depicted. Absolutely lovely. Thank you
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And She was always the one to talk some... Not quite sense, but hope I guess into Bill so when she died that was just Whoaaa! Who's gonna tell him things like they are if Laura's unraveling and Dee's gone, So yeah.
I'm glad you liked it :)
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