1 Work by ghostwillows
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“I’m sorry about her,” Ari says, though they don’t really have the mind to put too much feeling behind the words. They’re too busy sorting the evening into neat little boxes, tucked away in the recesses of their brain, to be unpacked in the dark of night. They sit quietly, watching the stuttering rise and fall of Silas’ chest.
It’s only like that because of anxiety, Ari knows. They checked multiple times. But still, each uneven breath draws at the well of information in their mind, and their hands itch to check again for a punctured lung, or a broken rib, or heart failure. At least then they would be doing something.
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There's an injured supervillain in their guest bedroom. No one is handling it well.