She's propped on an elbow, hand pressed to her right eye to make the butter knife quit stabbing her in the brain. Her left leg is bent, toes curled, waiting out the waves of pain in her knee from colliding with a bookshelf.
"Tommy? What — "
are you doing here?
just happened?
happened last night?
happened to your backside?
She cracks open her eyes, tipping her face into his palm. A groan catches in her throat.
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She's propped on an elbow, hand pressed to her right eye to make the butter knife quit stabbing her in the brain. Her left leg is bent, toes curled, waiting out the waves of pain in her knee from colliding with a bookshelf.
"Tommy? What — "
are you doing here?
just happened?
happened last night?
happened to your backside?
She cracks open her eyes, tipping her face into his palm. A groan catches in her throat.
"What're y'doin'?"