A/N: This one just won't go away so I've yet another little fic to finish. Well, trying to get a few caught up this week. Thanks for reading!
Alas I own nothing save a honey farm in Chatanooga. But if I did…….
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Vertigo as he's lifted. Relief too. Tired of this place.
"Goin home?"
"Sure. Or to the hospital."
He pushes at the shadows floating at the fringe of his vision.
Not. Yet.
Legs cast in concrete, still he moves.
Tries not to be a burden.
Light as a feather. Stiff as a board.
"Hmmm. Ha." Ow. Sonuva..!
"You're laughing? This is funny to you?"
Tries to answer.
Laugh stole his breath.
Don't be mad Sammy. Gonna be fine.
Then he smells it.
The stench is a thousand rotting corpses on a hot summer day.
Inhales sharply. Pain.
"Said'ja goddit."
"I di…."