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Waiting

When it wasn't you sick, hospitals were mostly tea and time. Too much time sitting and drinking, thinking. A poet and he didn't know it? Bodie'd look at him for that one, maybe twitch him a half-grin, roll his eyes. And Doyle would laugh at his own wit, because that was what made Bodie smile.

The tea tasted horrible. He slurped at it anyway against the cloying medicine of it all, the sharp antiseptic, the wounds and the wear. He sat and thought, and time ticked too slowly, ravelling sleeves and mending blood and bone.

Waiting for Bodie to smile.
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Hold Your Breath, Sunshine


A ship is safe in the harbour - but that's not what ships are for.

~o~

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. (Sarah Williams)

~o~

Could've.
Should've.
Would've.
Didn't. Didn't. Didn't.

~o~

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