muse_shuffle | Greatest Hits December
Dec. 11th, 2008 09:31 pmTrack 19. Don’t want to lose it // it must be worth losing // if it is worth something
(Tori Amos – ‘Talula’)
Co-written with
drcampbell
[Follows THIS]
Lachlan tucked the IV pole into the crook of his elbow and carefully eased himself off the hospital bed. His legs felt a little weak and shaky from being so ill in the preceding days, but at least he was back on his feet. Not that it mattered extensively. It wasn’t like he was going to get laid this century or anything. He shoved is box of Kleenex under his other arm and shuffled his way to the other side of the room. Pat was curled up on the second bed in the room, blankets pulled right up to his chin, with zero attempt being made to wipe away the steady stream of tears falling and wetting his pillow. Lachlan took residence in the closet chair to Pat and offered the box of tissues. “You dinnae need to hide, buddy. Also, if you want to be alone, sorry. I’m nay getting back off my arse just yet. You’re stuck with me for a wee while,” he said. “I’m nay quite the blond you’re probably wanting here, but I’m a good second, aye?”
( Pat took a couple of the tissues and wiped his eyes. “You don’t look to have any competition right now,” he pointed out, sounding flat and listless around the slow words... )
Aiden Lewis [
mrpublicity] & Tara Brennan-Campbell [
doctortara] referenced with permission
Word Count | 910
(Tori Amos – ‘Talula’)
Co-written with
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[Follows THIS]
Lachlan tucked the IV pole into the crook of his elbow and carefully eased himself off the hospital bed. His legs felt a little weak and shaky from being so ill in the preceding days, but at least he was back on his feet. Not that it mattered extensively. It wasn’t like he was going to get laid this century or anything. He shoved is box of Kleenex under his other arm and shuffled his way to the other side of the room. Pat was curled up on the second bed in the room, blankets pulled right up to his chin, with zero attempt being made to wipe away the steady stream of tears falling and wetting his pillow. Lachlan took residence in the closet chair to Pat and offered the box of tissues. “You dinnae need to hide, buddy. Also, if you want to be alone, sorry. I’m nay getting back off my arse just yet. You’re stuck with me for a wee while,” he said. “I’m nay quite the blond you’re probably wanting here, but I’m a good second, aye?”
( Pat took a couple of the tissues and wiped his eyes. “You don’t look to have any competition right now,” he pointed out, sounding flat and listless around the slow words... )
Aiden Lewis [
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Word Count | 910