This story is devastatingly beautiful and sad! I love your characterizations, so truthful. This was my favourite scene:
He froze, at a noise from the other side of the room, where Fraser lay in the big timber-framed bed. A hissing noise, and then another, and another, in the rhythm of breathing, the sound of someone breathing in pain, pulling breath in hard through clenched teeth. Ray lay still, gripping his blankets, trying to figure out what he should do—and then he heard another noise, louder, a rustling and creaking, and a voice. Kowalski's voice, soft and rough with sleep, going Shhhhhh, hang on, 's OK and then footsteps and the creak of floorboards.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2007-11-17 06:57 pm (UTC)This story is devastatingly beautiful and sad! I love your characterizations, so truthful. This was my favourite scene:
He froze, at a noise from the other side of the room, where Fraser lay in the big timber-framed bed. A hissing noise, and then another, and another, in the rhythm of breathing, the sound of someone breathing in pain, pulling breath in hard through clenched teeth. Ray lay still, gripping his blankets, trying to figure out what he should do—and then he heard another noise, louder, a rustling and creaking, and a voice. Kowalski's voice, soft and rough with sleep, going Shhhhhh, hang on, 's OK and then footsteps and the creak of floorboards.