A Sick Man’s Dreams: Chapter 4
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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“Jesus Christ!” Techno bellowed, jerking back and cradling his injured hand to his chest, “Fuck!” He shook his head as he held his shaking wrist, jaw clenching as golden rivulets of blood dripped down his hand. Dream starred, wide eyed as his grip loosened and the fork fell to the table with a clutter. His gaze flickered in between the fork and Techno’s injured hand. Gold glistened in the light.
Not red. Gold.









