Date: 2007-11-04 01:02 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-wounded eyes)
"C'mon."

Dean's voice is sharp and tight, even though his hands are gentle.

He hates this. He hates that they can't do anything but make her comfortable.

Fuck.

"Help me get her down."

Even gritting his teeth doesn't really help when she screams in pain, bone jarring against bone.

Falling a couple storeys'll do that, you know?

Shit.
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