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Flight
Saturday, October 16, 2010 || 12:44 PM
His fingers were quick at work on the small piece of paper. "So," he said softly.
"What," he said bluntly, peering at the bedridden man from over the edge of the clipboard in his hands, his eyes wary.
The man merely smiled with a hint of a smirk as he put the last finishing touched to his creation and unfolded its wings.
"There," he raised the small figure to the light.
The other man made no response though his eyebrows inched together slightly and he reluctantly walked over from his perch against a cabinet and sat on the edge of the bed, apparently still engrossed in reading the recordings on the clipboard.
"Do you think I'll ever fly again?" he murmured softly, the crane still held to the light, "This feeling of weakness does not leave..."
The other man lowered the clipboard and glanced at him as though in question. He was smiling slightly bitterly, slightly wistfully. The other man closed his eyes and turned his back again. His voice controlled and even as always, he said, "that's only to be expected."
He shifted on the bed and turned away to place the fragile paper crane on the table and leaned back against the pillows, "that's true..."
He said no more and the other man opened his eyes and put down the clipboard with an air of finality. Getting off the bed, he stalked to the end of it where he hung the clipboard back in place and rounded the other side of the bed with purpose. The other blinked his eyes at his furious appearance before the fist connected with his left cheek then it was tightly reigned back, restrained.His fist remained in the air as the other straightened, his cheek stinging from the impact, but not flaming-nor was he unconscious-as he would have been if the other had truly put his strength into it.
"Stop with the self pity. I detest it," he muttered as he glared back over his shoulders, lowering his fist slowly. His gaze then flicked over to the window, hiding his eyes from the earnestly searching eyes of the other, "that was a warning. Once more and you're dead."
The other blinked slowly, the old smile returning back to his face as he chuckled slightly.
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