Hey all... I've got a nice long excerpt from THE DEPARTED post at my site...here's a snippet from it.
“How bad was it in there?” he asked quietly. Hospitals could be bad, bad places for some of his people, especially those who were more in tune with pain . . . and death.
“Bad enough,” she admitted. “I need a few minutes of quiet. I feel like the death is sticking to me.”
He could give her the quiet she needed, and in the forty minutes it took to drive to her little place outside of the city, he saw the difference some peace and quiet could make.
Her color returned and the soft, warm brown of her skin looked almost normal again. A night of sleep, a few days of decent food, and she’d be as good as new.
No thanks to you . . . you never should have let her go in there. Not her damn job, not what she trained for. You fucking moron.
He wished he could silence that voice.
Wished he could take more comfort in knowing a child lived because of Dez’s actions.
Always before, it had been enough.
But for now, all he could see was her blood, so much of it, dark red, spilling out over his hands.
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