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“It’s not so bad. Really.” Sam was staring at Gene. Gene was staring at the bruises on Sam’s face, at the limp in his step, at his arm in the sling.
“I...”
“Don’t apologize,” Sam held up his good hand. “It’s what I asked for.”
“It ain’t right, Sam. We shouldn’t have gone so far.”
“I could have stopped you if I wanted to. I didn’t want you to. It’s okay.”
“I dislocated your bloody shoulder. How is that okay?” Gene struggled to keep his voice down amongst the passing doctors and nurses.
“Because I could feel it, Gene. And it felt so incredible.”
Gene stared at Sam’s unhinged grin with concern before his DI picked up his pace and hurried out of the hospital, certain that Sam would want that same treatment again, and terrified of what he’d do if Gene didn’t give it to him.
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