"Does it hurt every time ya grant permission for the docs ta cut inta one o' us, cowboy?"
I have no fucking clue what to tell Vin. No? Yes? Not exactly?
"I thought it was a nice gesture, ya know? I got his legal, he's got mine--we ain't married but we got a claim everybody c'n see, plain as day. I didn't think 'bout what it meant."
Well, shit. Think of something comforting, Larabee!
"But I had ta tell the surgeons--sure, cut into his leg. Go ahead, p-put a h-hole in his chest. Possibility of a permanent l-limp, 60%, no p-problem. B-b-burn scars..."
Oh damn. Oh damn.
"I never t-thought what it meant. What if something g-goes w-wrong?"
What the hell do I say?
Vin's words spill over into gasping sobs, and he covers his face with shaking hands.
...oh fuck.
I have no fucking clue what to tell Vin. No? Yes? Not exactly?
"I thought it was a nice gesture, ya know? I got his legal, he's got mine--we ain't married but we got a claim everybody c'n see, plain as day. I didn't think 'bout what it meant."
Well, shit. Think of something comforting, Larabee!
"But I had ta tell the surgeons--sure, cut into his leg. Go ahead, p-put a h-hole in his chest. Possibility of a permanent l-limp, 60%, no p-problem. B-b-burn scars..."
Oh damn. Oh damn.
"I never t-thought what it meant. What if something g-goes w-wrong?"
What the hell do I say?
Vin's words spill over into gasping sobs, and he covers his face with shaking hands.
...oh fuck.