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Bandages on my legs and my arms from you
Bandages, bandages, bandages
Up and down on my legs, on my arms, from you
Bandages, bandages, bandages
--Hot Hot Heat, "Bandages"
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Flashbacks, Chapter Three
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Dear Die-ary,
Squee stood before me, naked and afraid, and oh so vulnerable.
You'd think the wall would beg me kill him, already bleeding there, unable to fight back. I'd like to say it was my own integrity.
I've come to the conclusion that it was the wall's integrity, or maybe Nailbunny.
I'll tell you now, though, without hesitation, right then and there my heart broke for the poor little guy. He could barely stand – the climb and walk to my place was probably all he could take. I allowed him to lie flat on his stomach, as I examined his back.
The fucking father must've hit him pretty bad for a while now. Not that anyone else would care, and again I'm still not sure why the fuck I did, either. I love Squee, though, I really do. So I bit back tears while I ran my fingers over the bruises, and began to patch up his back as best I could. I had killed people in worse ways before, but honestly, this made me truly sick.
I think a couple of Squee's ribs were broken, because he was breathing with a bit of difficulty, and as I wrapped his back up in cloth and duct-taped it together (I would like to stop here and thank God for duct tape), I noticed a few scars along his arms.
"Your father didn't do that," I stated simply, laying him on a bed. (No, I don't sleep, and it wasn't a bed I used for any sort of torture device. Truth be told, I can't think where the hell the bed came from, but God, it was convenient.)
Squee began crying noiselessly, tears streaming down his face, and I covered him in blankets, whispering meaningless jumbles to try and calm him down. Damn, I should be a father.
Actually, writing that down makes me think of Devi, so I will stop and move on to other things.
So anyway, after wrapping the last of my bandages around Todd's arms, I made a mental note of that and tossed my knives aside, at least for this night.
And on the floor of that room, I got my first night of sleep in a long fucking time.