Fics like you should know, that i died slow — running through the halls of your haunted home

He blinked, like surfacing too fast from deep water. For a second, nothing made sense—the angle of his arm, the way his hand was still curled around the scalpel, the faint metallic smell in the air. Then his eyes focused, and the jagged wound across his forearm came into sharp relief. Frank stared at it, his expression flattening as the dissociation peeled back. The cut was deeper than usual. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, pressing gauze against his forearm. The fabric soaked through faster than he liked. That was… not ideal. Frank Langdon, now divorced and crashing at Jack Abbot's apartment, has turned to self harm in order to cope. When he cuts too deep, Abbot and Robby find out about his new problem against his will.

Fics like you should know, that i died slow — running through the halls of your haunted home

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