Rated: PG
Pain Drabble
by Kirke
I bit my lower lip hard, a single tear rolling down my face. I'm going to kill Jones, as soon as we're out of the hospital, he's dead. It's all his fault.
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Daniel is staring at me with a mad grin on his face, completly oblivious of the tormet I feel at the moment. 'Kill' is not enough... no sex for him for at least a month!
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Just then I hear a cry but it's not mine. Oh, God, it's...
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"It's a boy, Dazza..." Dan whisperes into my ear, his voice full of undeniable proud "We have a son."
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