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“ can you move? does it hurt? ” || from nikki //:

sami is hurt…again. // accepting.

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        He did little to mask the  WINCE.   Face swollen from an untimely meeting with a man’s fist.   He’d remember how bad  BLACK EYES  hurt  —-  accustomed to losing fights.  (  though in his defense  —  he hadn’t started this one this time.  )   This was a conversation he was so used to having.   Sometimes it seemed his words were rehearsed ; scripted responses to help quell the worry of someone who came to his aid.   There never was a  RIGHT THING  to say.   There was never the right thing to say that would convince anyone that he would stay safe.   (  maybe because safe was not a concept he had ever known.  )     Surprisingly, he could move a bit        hand attempting to reach up to rub his aching neck, but that attempt failed as he felt a sharp pain shoot through his arm. EVERYTHING hurt so bad.  He didn’t  want  to move.

        “I-i’m okay.  I-it happens.  Just leave me       ”     Words were cut off as the urge to cough came through, and he began to cough up BLOOD.