4 Works by mothval
Listing Works
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The bed is empty.
For a moment, Chris thinks he has the wrong room. He almost goes to check the room number again before his eye catches the blanket crumpled at the foot of the bed, haphazardly strewn over the side and spilling onto the floor. Various leads and sensors from the monitors connect to nothing but the pillow they're resting on, their screens black— no beeps or hums or alarms. An IV line hangs from the bag on the pole and leads his gaze down to the floor where the needle rests in a puddle of fresh blood.
"God damn it, Leon—"
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Leon's never been a good sport about going to medical, but this time it nearly breaks him.
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“I think you’ve got the wrong guy, pal,” Leon lied, partially. “I’m just meeting up with some friends around the corner,” Leon lied, entirely. Not in the mood for a quip, he kept his expression flat, hoping it would be enough to unnerve the guy if his voice didn’t.
Unfortunately, the man didn’t seem convinced.
Arms crossed, he shook his head as he tutted, “Ah damn, that’s a shame. I’ve got some friends with me who were hoping you’d show them a good time.” His face may have been obscured by the shadows, but his mocking grin was audible. “You sure I can’t change your mind?"
He’d been stalling.
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Leon gives up on sleeping and goes for a late night walk. It doesn’t lead anywhere good.
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He tried to open his mouth but his jaw refused to listen. A quiet, choked off whine was the only thing he could force from his throat, more a sound of distress than a genuine attempt to call out for help.
Who would be able to help him anyway?
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Leon's nightmares can be paralyzing
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“There's a man goin' 'round takin' names
And he decides who to free and who to blame”The sun had started to set, the golden rays blanketing across Sherry’s peaceful face in the backseat. A small victory to see her with that untroubled expression, like any kid sleeping on a road trip. Not one who had just lost her parents, her home, and her childhood in one fell swoop. It broke his heart all over again.
Leon couldn’t do it anymore, he was terrified. He was cursing himself for letting Claire leave, and then cursing himself for thinking that in the first place. Get it together, you’re the cop here, you can handle this, he thought as he shook out his head, trying and failing to will away the creeping fatigue. His frustration with himself, with this entire situation, wasn’t enough to keep him awake.