we are all broken
Tobi’s voice reaches him like she’s calling through a wall, though the sound of it makes a smile twitch at the corners of his lips. Finn doesn’t remember getting to the clinic. The last thing he remembers is the shooting pain in his hand, is feeling like his blood is fire and like there’s nowhere safe in the world. But here...? Finn feels perfectly content here, mumbling something in response to Tobi, but his lips are clumsy.
”...Good,” he manages, his voice little more than a rasp. ”I feel good.” Drugged, he means, almost certainly. ”What’s wrong with my hand...?” He tries to move his fingers again, and there’s a faraway sense of discomfort, but it’s enough to stop his fidgeting. ”You were in my rooms, with me.”
”...Good,” he manages, his voice little more than a rasp. ”I feel good.” Drugged, he means, almost certainly. ”What’s wrong with my hand...?” He tries to move his fingers again, and there’s a faraway sense of discomfort, but it’s enough to stop his fidgeting. ”You were in my rooms, with me.”
that’s how the light gets in
