Every third breath hitched like a sob, and he wasn't having any of it, so he just inhaled and held his breath, shaking his head. Nope nope nope nope nope. His arms stayed around Jake and his shaking continued, but damn if he wasn't going to pretend it wasn't happening.
He cut off Jake's arm. His entire fucking arm. And he didn't need to. He was fine, and healthy, and happy, except for the whole missing limb aspect. God, he felt sick.
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Date: 2013-04-26 01:28 am (UTC)He cut off Jake's arm. His entire fucking arm. And he didn't need to. He was fine, and healthy, and happy, except for the whole missing limb aspect. God, he felt sick.