#traumascore

[glshous-blog]

  Luck has a way about avoiding him entirely, skirting around the edges of his awful, awful, bad karma, and worming itself into the paths of the people who deserve it the least. It stuck a bullet in his thigh, right down to the bone but narrowly avoiding the artery, destroying his ability to be of any use to his fellow countrymen. Ben beckons BJ to his cot, face twisted. “I’ll be here until I die, y’know” he says, too matter-of-fact.

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[helodrama]

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‘  hey... what’s it like?  ’  said in that quiet, curious quentin voice. like you’re another piece of trivia to file away, underneath magic healing springs and spell-breaking riddles. ‘  going to war. coming back.  ’ 

[sameriver]

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‘Have you a reason for being here?’ Kurtz regards BJ over a bowl of water, he’s currently washing his face.