October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
"What? Nooo." Pushing back the sleeve of your scrubs to reveal your upper arm, you flex (nothing happens at all of course), but you pointedly look at Finn just the same. "Rock solid." You say with a proud smirk you absolutely don't deserve. You are soft, inside and out, and you're totally fine with that.
Frowning, though not looking surprised at this sudden reaction from Finn, you sigh softly. "This is one of the symptoms. It's a strange aversion to water, but also a compulsion for it." You explain. "I'd hoped if I could distract you with sitting up and making it some sort of treat, we might bypass this." Your nose wrinkles slightly as you consider what else you might do. "And I could distract you, so you wouldn't necessarily know when it was coming."
Frowning, though not looking surprised at this sudden reaction from Finn, you sigh softly. "This is one of the symptoms. It's a strange aversion to water, but also a compulsion for it." You explain. "I'd hoped if I could distract you with sitting up and making it some sort of treat, we might bypass this." Your nose wrinkles slightly as you consider what else you might do. "And I could distract you, so you wouldn't necessarily know when it was coming."
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
