There he is. Curtis seems bleary and confused, but he’s here, he’s present,
and he’s seen Grey at last. Grey nods eagerly, moving to try and stay in
Curtis’ line of sight. He moves closer, shifting his hand up to lay it
against Curtis’ cheek. Yes, it’s him. Please stop moving now, let him help
you. Trying to reinforce that message, he turns his right arm around,
showing him the word ‘Please’ tattooed there. Please. Let him help.
He still doesn’t know what’s wrong. Except that Curtis’ arm seems swollen,
and there’s blood, and…
What did that? Grey’s never seen a wound like that before. He reaches for
Curtis arm, and lifts a questioning face to him. What is it? What’s wrong?
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There he is. Curtis seems bleary and confused, but he’s here, he’s present, and he’s seen Grey at last. Grey nods eagerly, moving to try and stay in Curtis’ line of sight. He moves closer, shifting his hand up to lay it against Curtis’ cheek. Yes, it’s him. Please stop moving now, let him help you. Trying to reinforce that message, he turns his right arm around, showing him the word ‘Please’ tattooed there. Please. Let him help.
He still doesn’t know what’s wrong. Except that Curtis’ arm seems swollen, and there’s blood, and…
What did that? Grey’s never seen a wound like that before. He reaches for Curtis arm, and lifts a questioning face to him. What is it? What’s wrong?