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Summary: Recognition of obssession.
Pressures dropping and a small sigh escapes my lips. How long have you lain there, unconscious and unresponsive after McCoy patched you up as best he could?
I cradle your hand, knowing you are aware of my touch but unable to retreat from me as you lie in your healing trance.
It shames me to know I can't resist being here at your side--knowing that you desire nothing from me--but still I hold vigil.
I know you will rouse soon, needing someone to slap you back to consciousness. I'll leave before then, because your reality can't be mine.
~ID'ic
Summary: Recognition of obssession.
Pressures dropping and a small sigh escapes my lips. How long have you lain there, unconscious and unresponsive after McCoy patched you up as best he could?
I cradle your hand, knowing you are aware of my touch but unable to retreat from me as you lie in your healing trance.
It shames me to know I can't resist being here at your side--knowing that you desire nothing from me--but still I hold vigil.
I know you will rouse soon, needing someone to slap you back to consciousness. I'll leave before then, because your reality can't be mine.
~ID'ic
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