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Hope for the best, expect the worst. It's one of the many valuable lessons Leslie has learned over the years. Taught by her father, reinforced by experience. She had hoped the bomb delivered maliciously to the clinic would not be an indication of things to come. Somehow she knew that wouldn't be the case.

A week later, there are three patients in residence. Black Mask has had his revenge. Leslie and a select few are left to pick up the pieces.

Date: 2008-03-05 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherknight.livejournal.com
The hold he has on her hand immediately lessens. There's a pause before it slips from his hand entirely as he leans heavily back in the chair. Pain briefly materializes in the lines around his eyes.

Date: 2008-03-05 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] femme-du-chat.livejournal.com
Concern rushes through her and she tries to push herself up to get a better look at him. The pain that flares through her causes her to pause and try to catch her breath.

Date: 2008-03-05 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherknight.livejournal.com
"Don't," he says sharply.

Date: 2008-03-05 01:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] femme-du-chat.livejournal.com
Her hands are shaking as she leans back into the bed, her face pale.

Date: 2008-03-05 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherknight.livejournal.com
He grips the armrests and stiffly pushes himself to his feet. Leave it to his own stupidity to necessarily call their three minutes short. "I'll get Leslie. Try and relax."

Date: 2008-03-05 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] femme-du-chat.livejournal.com
"No."

"Please."

If she has to she'll get out of the bed to take his hand again.

And won't they get in trouble then?

Date: 2008-03-06 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherknight.livejournal.com
He stops within reach, suddenly unsure as to whether he's coming or going.

Date: 2008-03-06 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] femme-du-chat.livejournal.com
Reaching out, she grabs his hand again. She's straining herself some to do it but it doesn't matter.

"Please."

Date: 2008-03-06 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherknight.livejournal.com
It does matter. Nothing matters more. He closes the space between them, pressing up as close as the bed will physically allow.

It's too far. Much too far.

"'Live' with me, Selina."

Date: 2008-03-07 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherknight.livejournal.com
"Will you live with me?"

Not quite the same meaning. Not quite the same intensity. Honest sincerity remains. His hand twists in hers. They're now palm in palm, fingers curled around the side.

Date: 2008-03-07 07:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] femme-du-chat.livejournal.com
"I..."

Selina blinks up at him, wanting nothing more than to pull him in closer to, bring him against her. Why, in light of that, is it so hard to say yes to his question?

"Can we try it out?" The first paw is out there on the new surface, waiting for it to move or give way beneath her.

Date: 2008-03-07 06:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anotherknight.livejournal.com
That new surface is rock solid, steady and sure.

He nods slowly, not at all displeased. "When you're ready. And not a minute before."

Date: 2008-03-07 07:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] femme-du-chat.livejournal.com
"Can that start soon?"

Selina laughs softly, hurting as she does it. "I don't have anywhere else to go."
Edited Date: 2008-03-07 07:04 pm (UTC)

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