[ This, forced out between his teeth, his breathing ragged and labored. The nerves of his healing arm scream, shaking with tension – still sore from the other day, even worse now – and his right hand clenches into a fist, knuckles whitening and nails biting into his palms. ]
‘S fine.
[ Repeated, because saying it will make it true. And eventually it does, after what feels like ages, when the shrieking in his ears eases off, when the burning sensation in his bicep ebbs away.
Note to self, he thinks dully, don’t get shot again.
And don’t startle Emma Cullen.
He pushes himself up to sit, pulling his bad arm tightly against his side. Wide awake as he appears, sleep still clings to him, makes him squint in what morning light manages to filter into the room. A glance around reminds him that he and Emma shared the bed last night; he should probably feel awkward about it, but with his arm still smarting, he can’t bring up the effort required to care.
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[ This, forced out between his teeth, his breathing ragged and labored. The nerves of his healing arm scream, shaking with tension – still sore from the other day, even worse now – and his right hand clenches into a fist, knuckles whitening and nails biting into his palms. ]
‘S fine.
[ Repeated, because saying it will make it true. And eventually it does, after what feels like ages, when the shrieking in his ears eases off, when the burning sensation in his bicep ebbs away.
Note to self, he thinks dully, don’t get shot again.
And don’t startle Emma Cullen.
He pushes himself up to sit, pulling his bad arm tightly against his side. Wide awake as he appears, sleep still clings to him, makes him squint in what morning light manages to filter into the room. A glance around reminds him that he and Emma shared the bed last night; he should probably feel awkward about it, but with his arm still smarting, he can’t bring up the effort required to care.
In a voice roughened by grogginess and pain, ]
The hell happened?