Disclaimer: If I owned Dark Angel there would be a third season. But I don't.
A/N: It's short but I hope you like it.
A Little Comfort
He didn't know how she did it. Cauterized the wound with a straight face. For all his reassuring words were just as much for him as they were for the kid. Who was being so brave.
He grimaced as steam floated up from the wound. He could feel his stomach rolling around trying to force its contains up his throat and onto this floor.
"Hang on. Hang on. It's almost over." He could remember when he was in a similar predicament. His unit were far from friendly as he retched his last 3 meals all over them after they finished cauterizing his leg.
"It's done. Hey, hey, it's going to be okay. Alright." He remembered the searing heat as the knife touched his leg. He'd never had the strongest of stomachs.
All he wanted to was comfort the kid. Give him little reassurance where he never got any.
See that pretty button...I think you all know the one I'm talking about.
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