I ain't feelin' fucking sorry for myself. F'my s-stupid fucking eye. I'm -- fucking --
[a few hard breaths from the other side of the sill; he refuses to lose it a second time tonight, to feel his brain switch off and something in his blood switch on, electrifying his limbs with fury]
[numb fingers finally fumble at the sill (the pack is taken by the arm smeared with blood)]
Re: action
[a few hard breaths from the other side of the sill; he refuses to lose it a second time tonight, to feel his brain switch off and something in his blood switch on, electrifying his limbs with fury]
[numb fingers finally fumble at the sill (the pack is taken by the arm smeared with blood)]