All disclaimers apply, don't own them, wish I did, etc.
This is my first attempt at poetry... Sweet wuemsel encouraged me to post this.
His Arm
(Hutch 'The Fix' POV)
I shake and am in pain,
So
I pull his arm to me
I hurt and am afraid,
So
I pull his arm to me
I am angry that he won't fetch the drug
So
I pull his arm to me
I push him away with one arm
But with the other,
I pull his arm to me
