Wip word prompt: paper
“Adam,” James looks up form his paperwork, smiling. But it only lasts a moment, until James spies the blood stains on the front of his shirt, rust-colored. “What’s wrong?” He puts down his pen, stands. “Adam, what happened?”
“Dad,” He feels his voice waver, “I-I’m fine.” He approaches, taking the time to flick the bobble head as James rounds his desk. “Really.”
James touches his face. His fingers always press a little too hard, that physician insistence without any temperance of bedside manners, or paternal softness. “That Deloria boy, again?” James probes against the swelling knot underneath Adam’s brow, bruised and blue. It will probably mottle darker still, though already it looks stark against his skin.
(Send me a word; if i cant find it in my WIPs, I’ll write it!)
