Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS New Orleans or its characters…
Author's Note: I think this came from discussing with MKP about how Pride so far hasn't been interfering with LaSalle's 'grieving' (not grieving) and wondering when he might step in… More of a what would happen after Pride gave his agent/friend/surrogate son his opinion. In true drabble format, because I sometimes need to exercise being concise.
Word Count: 100
Blue-green eyes that should've been steel grey like the sharp edge of a scalpel sliced into him. He tried not to flinch under the knife.
Only a fool would refuse life-saving surgery.
The wisest man he knew had told him it was a festering wound. Just the same as one of the flesh, it needed tending.
And wasn't a soul more important?
The infected, rotting parts needed to be cut away so the rest could heal properly.
He met the blue-green stare like the sharp edge of a scalpel. The therapist began to cut.
"How have you been sleeping, Christopher?"
