Title: Signs
Summary: Sight, sound, smell, touch, and taste.
Pairing: n/a
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yes. They're all mine. Oh, and the devil just opened an ice-skating rink in hell.
Author's Notes: For csi50, prompt 'taste.' Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
He tastes the warning signs after everything has happened.
His blood tastes coppery in his mouth, and he makes his way to the bathroom to clean his face up, making sure his nose isn't broken. He has to scrub hard to get all the blood off, and his face usually ends up flushed red from the pressure. Conrad inspects his shoulder—another bruise is starting to form.
He concocts a likely story on the way back to his room, something to tell someone should they ask why he looks like he does.
No one ever asks.
He can taste the indifference.
-End
