She isn’t listening. She doesn’t get it. He can hear things. He can see - -
She’s digging.
She’s digging.
He never thought they’d get to this point. She’s been searching for so long, and he hadn’t realised what it was she was looking for. Her hospital bed – he doesn’t get it, but he does, and that means…
‘Stop.’
She’s been going a while, and he forces himself to come back. He can save this. He can stop her finding what she’s looking for. He has to stop her, because if he doesn’t, it’s all finished.
The only thing he can think of is his gun. He pulls it from his belt, and blinks, and drags his gaze from the overturned earth because he has to focus. But when he pulls the hammer back, she just keeps on digging.
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She’s digging.
She’s digging.
He never thought they’d get to this point. She’s been searching for so long, and he hadn’t realised what it was she was looking for. Her hospital bed – he doesn’t get it, but he does, and that means…
‘Stop.’
She’s been going a while, and he forces himself to come back. He can save this. He can stop her finding what she’s looking for. He has to stop her, because if he doesn’t, it’s all finished.
The only thing he can think of is his gun. He pulls it from his belt, and blinks, and drags his gaze from the overturned earth because he has to focus. But when he pulls the hammer back, she just keeps on digging.
He barely recognises his own voice.
‘I said, stop.’