Billy looked at Mike. Desperate. Pleading. Don't make him do this. He'd just barely held it together when Mike got hurt on that first test. If only because he had driving to focus on. And even then, he barely stuck around long enough to hand the wounded Mike off to the rest of the house. But this? This was too much.
"I'm not gonna run," he promised. It was hard to sound reassuring when trying not to puke. "The only thing..." He swallowed again, a cold sweat forming on his skin. "...up with me is..." he gestured toward the bloodied bed. "...my only phobia..." He'd once joked with Martinez that he also had a fear of chins, but now was not the time for jokes.
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Date: 2015-07-19 01:35 am (UTC)"I'm not gonna run," he promised. It was hard to sound reassuring when trying not to puke. "The only thing..." He swallowed again, a cold sweat forming on his skin. "...up with me is..." he gestured toward the bloodied bed. "...my only phobia..." He'd once joked with Martinez that he also had a fear of chins, but now was not the time for jokes.