Snippet Saturday!

Ben's been rescued. He doesn't believe it. And, go:

"Shh. You're safe now. Really."

"Cage. Demon. Syringe. Pain."

She could do something about the needle, and she got up and grabbed it. "Ben. Watch." Janni threw it outside the cell, hard, when he looked up. "Okay? I'm not going to inject you with anything. Everyone was worried about you, that was just a precaution. We've got you in here because you jumped out a window into the ocean the first time you woke up."

"That's because this isn't...fuck, obviously it's real, for a certain value of real. I just--I can't. I was supposed to die. It was supposed to be over. And now--"

"It is over. You're out, and you're safe, and you're coming home with me to Los Angeles." She went back to stroking her fingers up and down his arm, scooting closer to him, and he didn't cringe away. "Come here, sweetie. Come on." He slid down the wall onto his side, until his head rested on her leg, and she said, "Smell me, Ben. Your eyes might lie to you, but your nose never has."

"Nose is broken. Friggin' wolfsbane. I'm so tired." He wasn't tired enough to relax; although he'd closed his eyes, he was still stiff as a board, and shaking. "I miss Ange. Always knew exactly where I stood with her." He sighed. "I know I'm not going to get to see Janni ever again, because I so don't deserve that, and she wouldn't want me back anyway. But if I'm really good, could you send me back to Ange? Would that be too much?"

In other news, Cujo died in the night, which...wasn't surprising, all things considered. But, woe. Yes, I know how odd that is.

Snippet Saturday!

Ben's been rescued. He doesn't believe it. And, go:

"Shh. You're safe now. Really."

"Cage. Demon. Syringe. Pain."

She could do something about the needle, and she got up and grabbed it. "Ben. Watch." Janni threw it outside the cell, hard, when he looked up. "Okay? I'm not going to inject you with anything. Everyone was worried about you, that was just a precaution. We've got you in here because you jumped out a window into the ocean the first time you woke up."

"That's because this isn't...fuck, obviously it's real, for a certain value of real. I just--I can't. I was supposed to die. It was supposed to be over. And now--"

"It is over. You're out, and you're safe, and you're coming home with me to Los Angeles." She went back to stroking her fingers up and down his arm, scooting closer to him, and he didn't cringe away. "Come here, sweetie. Come on." He slid down the wall onto his side, until his head rested on her leg, and she said, "Smell me, Ben. Your eyes might lie to you, but your nose never has."

"Nose is broken. Friggin' wolfsbane. I'm so tired." He wasn't tired enough to relax; although he'd closed his eyes, he was still stiff as a board, and shaking. "I miss Ange. Always knew exactly where I stood with her." He sighed. "I know I'm not going to get to see Janni ever again, because I so don't deserve that, and she wouldn't want me back anyway. But if I'm really good, could you send me back to Ange? Would that be too much?"

In other news, Cujo died in the night, which...wasn't surprising, all things considered. But, woe. Yes, I know how odd that is.