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𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡: noun/adjective/ a complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find ones way.
similar: maze, warren, network
𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: noun/ a title from biblical tim...
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A HISS ESCAPED my mouth as the gauze grazed my arm, flinching back from the touch. My trembling fingers fumbled with the wrap, my eyebrows scrunched in concentration. Delicately, I placed the warm cloth on my side, each breath rugged as it pulled against the gashed skin.
Struggling to unravel the gauze one handedly as my other hand pressed painfully on the wound, the white cloth slipped through my shaking fingers, tumbling into a heap at my feet. "dammit." Hissing through gritted teeth, I screw my eyes shut with a frustrated sigh.
"let me help, please." The words irked me, having heard them for the hundredth time, the boy sat on the other cot in the small hut, my eyes snapping open to gaze at him. His expression held worry and pain as he stared back at me. He held a tentative hand out, reaching for the messy pile of gauze, scooping it off the ground. Slumping my shoulders, I released a heavy sigh, frustration tearing down my will to do it on my own.
A look of relief flashed across his face as he took in my defeated demeanor, realizing I was giving in to the help. His feet padded softly on the dirt floor as he walked closer to me, dropping gently onto one knee so that he was eye level with the side of my stomach.
I studied him quietly as his fingers worked. Silence fell upon us as he screws his eyebrows in concentration, completely focused on the task in front of him. My mind mulling with questions that I was too tentative to ask, the words tingling the tip of my tongue.
My fingers twitch on my thigh, tapping in a repeated pattern in an attempt to calm myself, letting the soft pattered tapping tune out the world.
tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
7
tap.
1
tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
5
tap, tap.
2
tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
6
tap, tap, tap, tap.
4
tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
8
tap, tap, tap.
3
The tip of my finger grew numb as it gently rapped against my thigh, the questions eating at my mind. The gentle hum of silence rang in my ears annoyingly, Liam's hands wrapping the gauze around my stomach to secure the wound, allowing my eyes to search the room to get my mind off of the growing buzz.
