Her voice is too fragile to spout such profanity with any semblance of force. But here's Ben Hawkins, all youth and dirt and starved belly, hurt like she's never seen before, covered in God only knows what, and she's keenly aware of one fact and one fact only: that she's come damn close to losing him, and maybe it ain't over yet. If he thinks she'll be leaving him out in the cold, or throwing him in some prison cell, then he must be plumb out of his senses.
(She's terrified and hurting, yes. She's lost something — she don't know what, but something — and all her body wants to do is curl in on itself and go black, maybe forever. But he needs her right now, and she needs to be strong, and this scary, horrifying, nightmare terror needs to be over before she'll think about leaving his side. And then she'll fall to pieces.)
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Her voice is too fragile to spout such profanity with any semblance of force. But here's Ben Hawkins, all youth and dirt and starved belly, hurt like she's never seen before, covered in God only knows what, and she's keenly aware of one fact and one fact only: that she's come damn close to losing him, and maybe it ain't over yet. If he thinks she'll be leaving him out in the cold, or throwing him in some prison cell, then he must be plumb out of his senses.
(She's terrified and hurting, yes. She's lost something — she don't know what, but something — and all her body wants to do is curl in on itself and go black, maybe forever. But he needs her right now, and she needs to be strong, and this scary, horrifying, nightmare terror needs to be over before she'll think about leaving his side. And then she'll fall to pieces.)
"Did you take enough?"
She shifts toward him
trying to see the holes he's hiding.