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The man is laughing. It's a lilting, dry, yellow sort of sound that he can almost hear rasping into his ears, the man's profile dark against the pale grey marble. He doesn't actually hear a thing of that, of course, not the laughter not the clear chimes of glass against glass. Just the soft, warm breeze around him, rushing through his hair and the ( Read more... )

The hospital is lively at this time of day, visitors coming in after work, queuing at the desk to find out the room numbers or wandering off down the sterile hallways inspecting each of the plaques until they find their own. It’s not that he feels particularly comfortable here, the place rather painfully familiar, but nurses his coffee anyways, ( Read more... )

There is no such thing as love at first sight. Just as there is no such thing as yesterday or a good call, forever or luck. It's all something that exists in retrospect, when you realize that, hey, was that what it was ( Read more... )

The screech of metal pierces through his ears, taking over his whole head and then travelling mercilessly down his spine. Of all the last things to see, the monumental oil canteen blocking out the glare of the sun as it hurtles towards him and what he can hear is a bus closing in on the other side is not one of the top off his list. He was hoping ( Read more... )

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It's been nine hours since he's been lying here, covered in wires and electronics and all these little bits and pieces. Nine hours since he's coughed at the stifling air under all this metal and it's still bloody impossible to breathe in. Nine hours and still nothing is going right
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