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She flinched like I’d just slapped her, and didn’t that just make me the asshole in the room. Hell, maybe it was always me.
“Sorry, babe. I don’t mean to snap at you, I’m just so fed up with this. Years… fucking years of pain, and nobody can fix it.”
Has was doing that thing where he looks like he’s miles away, but he’s deep in thought.
“Don’t worry about it, man, I’m used to it. I’ll be fine soon. It never goes past an hour.”
“So up to an hour of pain is bullshit? I disagree, and if doc knows, why not get him to look into it further? Maybe there’s something you haven’t thought of yet.”
“Stop trying to fix me, yeah? I’ve been to the doctors, and hospitals, I’ve had scans and xrays, and all kinds of shit, for them to tell me they don’t have a clue why it does it. And there’s no way to fix it, because they can’t find any fucking damage to fix.”
He looked shocked. Yeah, join the fucking club. That was me back then, and it’s me every damn time the pain starts again.
“That’s fucking ridiculous.”
“Tell me about it. Anyway, doc knows, but short of telling me I can’t take strong pain relief, because I’m a junkie, yeah… there’s exactly fuck all I can do about it.”
A fist thumped against the door, and someone yelled out that we were to meet in five minutes in Church.
“Fucking hell.”
Lissa was up instantly, and panicking.
“You can’t go down there like this. They’ll know! They’ll see it.”
Has smirked suddenly, and I knew the fucker was up to something.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered, brother.”
He stood up, and looked me over.
“Yeah… you can’t help me with this. Lissa, darlin’, lay one on me.”
She backed up, her frown wrinkling her face adorably.
“Lay one what? I’m not kissing you!”
I got his point though, and it just might work.
“Babe, he wants you to punch him.”
She was shaking her head. “No… I… I’ve never punched anyone, why? Why do you want this? It doesn’t make any…oh…”
“See, darlin’? Doesn’t have to be a good punch. Just enough to leave a mark of some kind. I’d try and do it myself, but well, I’d like to not break my own nose, because that fucker you love will never let me live it down.”
“Won’t let you live down being punched by my girl either. Just saying.”
Lissa
Theywereinsane.Itmade no sense at all, I mean apart from the sense that it made because they could use a fight to cover up Ice’s pain, but still. They wanted me to punch him? I’ve never punched a person in my life!
“I can’t.”
“Babe, I’d do it, you know I would. I actually really enjoy punching him, but I can’t jar my shoulder right now.”
Has-Been followed me as I backed around the room.
“Has to be a punch, Lissa, not a slap, you understand that, right? Ice wouldn’t slap me. He’d give me a girly little fist to the face, bless him.”
