Fics like we’re playing tug of war (with a rope of barbed wire)

He must have gotten up too fast because his head spins in that light way it does when blood pressure doesn’t keep up. The adrenaline hasn’t settled out yet because his hands are still shaking, in fact all of him is still shaking. Why hasn’t he caught his breath yet? He presses a hand against the pinch in his chest like that might help. And why does it feel like there’s a rod jammed low in his sternum– “Oh, fuck,” she says, her gaze sweeping him up and down. He glances down to see what’s upset her – maybe she’s just offended that his cologne rubbed off on her or afraid he’ll blame her for the minor road rash that stings all the way up his left arm– “Oh –” the knot in his chest is actually a hole and it’s bleeding over his hand “– fuck.” ~ or Frank is having a bad day at work. and then he gets shot.

Fics like we’re playing tug of war (with a rope of barbed wire)

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