Infirmary

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My first attempt at a drabble, they're quite different to write ^-^

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From the brink of pain I drift slowly towards consciousness.

Around me are starched sheets, cool whiteness and Janet's quiet voice in the background, combined with the recurring beep of machines.

And I know there's someone close by.

A slight sound, a tangy musky scent in the air, a sense of fierce, tender, protective watchfulness.

I open hurting eyes and smile gently.

"Hey, sir," I whisper.

And those warm brown eyes smile relief at me, and I can drift back towards sleep with gentle sarcasm and promises of cake lingering within hearing.

I know I'm safe now.

Because he's here.

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