Title: Breathless
Author: Therm
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Rating: PG
Summary: Murdock's hot!
Warnings: Possible mention of self harm, although it's left to the reader's own imagination. Not details. Murdock POV.
Notes: Response to the QP for Close. 216 words, I couldn't help it, I wanted to get the ending right. Takes place during the episode 'Lease with an option to die', but no spoiler.
It's real close.
The weather here in Chicago, it's hot, muggy, breathless. Doesn't matter if you're indoors or our, you can't get away from the oppressive heat here.
I hate being this hot, makes me cranky. Makes me wanna jump in a river and float. Even just staying still, it's still too hot. But there's no time to be still. We're working, helping. Helping BA's mom.
She doesn't let the heat bother her, neither does BA. Guess he's used to it. In fact, Hannibal and Face look cool too, but they always do. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm imagining it. Maybe I should take my jacket off. Can't do that though.
Then they'd see.
See all that I'm hiding and they can't see that, 'specially with BA's mom here. It's not right.
They can't ever see. Even I know it's wrong.
Doesn't stop me though. Maybe nothing will.
But it's private here, no one's around. I could just take my jacket off for a minute, cool down. I feel cooler already, can't be real, must be imagining it.
I hear the footsteps across the wooden floor outside and I pull my jacket back on. Face opens the door. "C'mon, Hannibal wants to talk to us."
I nod my head and follow him out.
That was close.
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