"And you don't?" I grumble as he ties the bandage closed. He pats my hand and I yank it back from him rubbing at my wrist and testing how much I can flex my hand without pulling at the wound. The bandage is sound, and I still have all the proper motions left in my hand. Good.
Of course then he mentions food, and I can't exactly help that my mood brightens considerably. "Food? What kind of food?"
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Date: 2012-09-17 10:22 pm (UTC)Of course then he mentions food, and I can't exactly help that my mood brightens considerably. "Food? What kind of food?"