He knows he sounds annoyed with Charlie for maybe bleeding to death, but panic always makes him irritable and the twilight and the bloody fabric make it impossible to see clearly. Don’s nervous hands can’t seem to feel anything but clammy cloth. With a sound of frustration, he shoves the ruined, sodden t-shirt up, hears Charlie gasp. His brother’s body in the near darkness is pale skin streaked with black, and thin, so thin -- just muscle and bone as if Charlie’s mind leaves him nothing to spare; like it’s burning Charlie up the way Charlie’s skin burns Don’s fingers.
Oh my god, that whole scene was so hot! I love all the wonderful angst, and am looking forward to the sequel.
Awesome story!
Oh my god, that whole scene was so hot! I love all the wonderful angst, and am looking forward to the sequel.