October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
"That's Doctor Hart, to you." You reply back playfully as if Finn has just woken from a regular dream, and not a near-coma. "No, and it won't for a little while." You glance down his body noting how his muscles are twitching. He'll need to stretch once he's able, but for now it's just good that he's conscious and aware of who you are. "We'll have to get you in for a massage soon." You're basically talking more to add flavour to the room, than for Finn to actually reply to what you're saying. "It's the sort of thing I'm sure you'll love. Having a stranger rub their hands all over you?" Smiling, you reach down to pull up the sheet from where Finn has kicked it down to his ankles.
"Nearly 36 hours." You reply, smoothing away the curls which are plastered to his forehead. "Make you a deal, I"ll give you some water if you can sit up. What do you think?" You ask chipperly, smiling down at him, dark eyes full of misplaced optimism which you'll soon come to realize.
"Nearly 36 hours." You reply, smoothing away the curls which are plastered to his forehead. "Make you a deal, I"ll give you some water if you can sit up. What do you think?" You ask chipperly, smiling down at him, dark eyes full of misplaced optimism which you'll soon come to realize.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
