on_thecouch | 31.4. Frak!

31.4. Frak!

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Marc looked down at his arm in the black sling and screwed his nose up. Inevitably, going to try and drown his sorrows in a bar on Christmas afternoon had been a big mistake. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time when a drunken brawl had broken out. He narrowly avoided taking a glass to the head and when he tried to help the bartender break the fight up, one of the drunk bastards pulled a small hand pistol from his pocket and Marc caught a bullet - the bullet intended for the other brawler - right in the edge of his shoulder. It hurt like a fucking bitch, but really was just a small messy lesion. Despite his protests, the bar insisted he get taken by ambulance to the ER at Mount Sinai, where they plucked the small bullet out with tweezers and slung his arm, telling him it would start to heal in a few days with the standard warnings of infection control and dressing with lots of rest. Whatever. To Marc, it was nothing but a pain in the arse. Served him right for going to a bar alone when getting drunk was probably a bad idea anyway. Proof was in the stinging bullet wound in his shoulder.

( He was coming up the corridor from the ER exit to make his way to the main hospital foyer when he almost crossed paths with a ghost from his path. To say that it felt like the floor was yanked out from under him was an understatement... )

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muse_shuffle | December Greatest Hits

Track 14. You're something beautiful // A contradiction // I wanna play the game // I want the friction
(Muse – ‘Time is Running Out’)

Co-written with straight2point | Set Boxing Day

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Brooding on the balcony with a smoke. It wasn't a scene uncommon for Marc. He had used to do it all the time at his own apartment back when he was on the rollercoaster ride that was his relationship with Isabel. He used to look out at the rooftops of the other buildings of the neighbourhood and just try to contemplate what his next move was. And now, this Boxing Day scene in his new and trendy Penthouse apartment was very reminiscent. But different. Everything was different. Except now Ali was obviously very much a mother and she had a baby girl or a son she just liked to wrap in pink and Marc couldn't switch his mind off. He couldn't just forget about it. He couldn't forget her phone call that he overheard, either. Who was she telling she loved and who was obviously saying it back that made her smile like that? He hadn't seen her smile like that in years. Was it Mark? Had the birth of the baby made them reunite? It was driving Marc stir-crazy and although he knew he shouldn't be thinking about it, he just couldn't shake it. Ali looked... right. She looked and sounded right and he just felt like he should be part of that.

( He stuck his finger under the strap of his sling and scratched at the egde of the dressing there... )

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