Bloody hell
I'm tired. I was at the hospital with Basch all last night, and the staff made me leave tonight since I needed a shower, a change of clothes, and a real bed but... I don't want to be alone in our bed. I want to be with him.
Instead I finally called work to let them know what was going on. I was glad to hear them being supportive, so I've got a few days. They're going to work on other scenes and shoot mine when I return.
Basch is doing alright. He's got a broken arm, a concussion, and some broken ribs, but he'll live. I don't think they'll be keeping him too much longer, at least.
[P-H to close friends and family]
I think that was the scariest moment of my life--even scarier than when mum died. At least this time it wasn't my fault. He's going to live.
But I don't ever want to come that close to losing him again.
And then he had to go and surprise me with that. I've never had a ring fit so perfectly before.
Why was I so worried over nothing? It all seems so petty now, and not just because of the accident. So that's what he was hiding. I'm glad to know. I can't stop staring at my finger.
It's... really shiny.
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My thoughts are all disjointed. I think I'll have a lie down. I'm still tired and rather sad that this time I won't get any sex. I'm going to hunt down the man who hit him and kill him for this.
Not really though.
(ooc: Strike not viewable.)
Instead I finally called work to let them know what was going on. I was glad to hear them being supportive, so I've got a few days. They're going to work on other scenes and shoot mine when I return.
Basch is doing alright. He's got a broken arm, a concussion, and some broken ribs, but he'll live. I don't think they'll be keeping him too much longer, at least.
[P-H to close friends and family]
I think that was the scariest moment of my life--even scarier than when mum died. At least this time it wasn't my fault. He's going to live.
But I don't ever want to come that close to losing him again.
And then he had to go and surprise me with that. I've never had a ring fit so perfectly before.
Why was I so worried over nothing? It all seems so petty now, and not just because of the accident. So that's what he was hiding. I'm glad to know. I can't stop staring at my finger.
It's... really shiny.
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My thoughts are all disjointed. I think I'll have a lie down. I'm still tired and rather sad that this time I won't get any sex. I'm going to hunt down the man who hit him and kill him for this.
Not really though.
(ooc: Strike not viewable.)