Fics like the sensitive people

“Doctor Langdon, I don't think I have feet.” A shocked laugh escapes his lips and he reaches for her hands, still tangled in her hair. Her braid must be destroyed. “No feet? Well, I think I’m looking at ‘em.” “And, uh… My hands. Don’t think I have hands anymore. Or a brain. I think I’m a—a jellyfish with a nerve net instead of a brain.” He holds onto her hands. Instead of going to the chairs beside them, he leads her over to the wall (flicking the lights to dim as he goes), and slowly guides her to sit. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing you’ve got,” he mutters to himself, “Tachycardia. Has anyone ever told you that’s bad for your health?” If she were in a state to handle a joke she’d have replied, yeah, once or twice. Frank never promised he'd be serious, even during a panic attack that would have sent Mel to the ER if she wasn't already here. Maybe that's a good thing.

Fics like the sensitive people

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