Note: It got taken of the info page for some reason (stupid FF) but Stein and Spirit do not belong to me. Please don't bludgeon me with cats!
One More Time with Feeling ~ Regina Spektor
Spirit was confined to a bed that was not his, staring at a white stitched ceiling once again. The door opened and gentle shoes walked in. Spirit closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep; he knew those footsteps well and did not want to see the guilty glint in a certain doctor's eyes again. Ever since he'd been injured, that guilt had been a permanent feature on his face. Of course it wasn't Stein's fault he'd been injured! It was fate's own chance. But did he see it this way? Of course not!
Stein looked down at his dearest friend. Wrapped in gauze and paled beyond decent health, Spirit wasn't looking his best. His patient was playing possum, his chest heaving with a breathing rate faster than one asleep. And it was all his fault! Stein was convinced that if he had been a second faster, a pinch less crazy, he could have stop the witch. And his partner wouldn't be paying the price for his insanity. So sucked into the guilt, Stein hadn't slept in three days. Something had to give.
"How are you feeling?" He asked gently.
"A little sore but just fine" Spirit told the truth, lying would be pointless. He was more worried about the dark rings around Stein's eyes "How are you?"
Stein sighed, the guilt in his features welled over in his eyes.
"A little sore but just fine." He quoted, both boys knew the other was more screwed up than they said they were. But that argument would have to wait for another day.
Stein sat down on the bed.
"Move over." Stein complained laying down, earning a small smile from both Spirit as he complied as well as himself.
Both patients, unwell in several ways, took their rest…
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