Erik Flint (chaserflint) wrote in expectopatronum,
Erik Flint

*in his hospital room, wearing the clothes that were brought for him, running his fingers through his hair, leaning back against the wall, the doctors having told him that he's free to leave, though he's not sure what to do because he still doesn't remember a thing, and he's still trying to adjust to the feelings he does have for Wood, as well as the animosity he remembers having, chewing on his lip, fingering an unlit cigarette in his fingers, wondering why he has no craving for one*
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