Date: 2009-01-13 08:29 pm (UTC)
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Lisa nodded. Then she was quiet for a long time, just staring out the window.

It wasn't until two hours later that Ben groaned, uncomfortable and suddenly very aware of how much his body was hurting. "God damn it..." he moaned, his hands in fists as he tried to fight his way back to consciousness.

"Stay still, Ben. You're just going to hurt yourself more," she said, her hand running along his cheek.

"Mom?"

"Yeah, it's me. Go back to sleep."

"It hurts like a bitch..."
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