Snippet - Stitched up
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
For: Will/Bran fic for darthanne
Quality: Checked once
Characters: Bran, Will, Simon
"Can't you do anything?" Bran asked. There was frustration and anger in his voice: Will could imagine his expression, as clearly as if he could still see it. Awkwardly, he stretched his legs, knocking the desk in front of him. He was in Simon's office, he supposed -- that was where Bran had been told to take him. He'd been there before, once, to get something stitched up, back when there was a kind of exhilaration in the fight, when it hadn't seemed so serious. Simon hadn't asked, then. But there was an unfamiliar tightness to his voice, an anger.
"No. Even if you'd brought him here earlier, I can't do anything to save his sight. Someone meant him to be blind. What are you two involved in?"
"Don't worry, you aren't a part of it," Bran said, with an edge of contempt. Then, softer: "And nor am I, really. I just found him like this. What can you do?"
"Clean him up, give him something for the pain... that's all. Maybe if he went to the hospital -- "
"No," Will said, quietly. He wondered if they'd started at hearing him finally speak up. "I haven't got time."
For: Will/Bran fic for darthanne
Quality: Checked once
Characters: Bran, Will, Simon
"Can't you do anything?" Bran asked. There was frustration and anger in his voice: Will could imagine his expression, as clearly as if he could still see it. Awkwardly, he stretched his legs, knocking the desk in front of him. He was in Simon's office, he supposed -- that was where Bran had been told to take him. He'd been there before, once, to get something stitched up, back when there was a kind of exhilaration in the fight, when it hadn't seemed so serious. Simon hadn't asked, then. But there was an unfamiliar tightness to his voice, an anger.
"No. Even if you'd brought him here earlier, I can't do anything to save his sight. Someone meant him to be blind. What are you two involved in?"
"Don't worry, you aren't a part of it," Bran said, with an edge of contempt. Then, softer: "And nor am I, really. I just found him like this. What can you do?"
"Clean him up, give him something for the pain... that's all. Maybe if he went to the hospital -- "
"No," Will said, quietly. He wondered if they'd started at hearing him finally speak up. "I haven't got time."