( If she counted the things she thought she wouldn't be doing today, taking bullets out of John Proudstar's back with her own hands is close to the top. Number one was clearly kissing him, but she can't think about that now, even if her heart does something traitorous when she sees him lying on the bed like that. )
It's the least I can do.
( It's because of her, after all. But she's glad he came to her, selfishlessly. She's glad he trusts her with this. Clarice follows, crawls across the other side of the mattress so she can sit beside him, resting on her heels. Her hands hover, uncertain. ) I never did say thank you.
( Without thought, she rests a palm against his side, feeling the warmth of his skin before she remembers herself. The first bullet is close enough that she doesn't have to lean, fingers quickly easing the crushed metal free from muscle. She's more relieved than she should be, when she gets confirmation that he's still whole beneath, as though their bad luck would take this from him too. ) You're kind of amazing, you know that?
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It's the least I can do.
( It's because of her, after all. But she's glad he came to her, selfishlessly. She's glad he trusts her with this. Clarice follows, crawls across the other side of the mattress so she can sit beside him, resting on her heels. Her hands hover, uncertain. ) I never did say thank you.
( Without thought, she rests a palm against his side, feeling the warmth of his skin before she remembers herself. The first bullet is close enough that she doesn't have to lean, fingers quickly easing the crushed metal free from muscle. She's more relieved than she should be, when she gets confirmation that he's still whole beneath, as though their bad luck would take this from him too. ) You're kind of amazing, you know that?