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anxietygrrl) wrote2004-07-23 12:23 am
anxietygrrl) wrote2004-07-23 12:23 am
Fic: The West Wing, Josh/Donna; two drabbles
1
"I smell like hospital."
"No, you don't. You smell like Donna." Ready? he asked with his eyes. She nodded. They knew the best way to hold onto each other as he helped lower her onto the couch.
"I do. It's awful. It won't go away."
"It will, eventually."
He still had that look he'd worn since she'd woken up in Landstuhl. Was he seeing something different? She guessed so. Wasn't that how this worked? You were different, after. If you were lucky, someone saw that.
"I never want to smell hospital again."
"Yeah. Me neither."
She and Josh were lucky.
2
He couldn't stop being angry. Every time he was close to calm, he saw the cold metal brace on her leg, or the fading bruises mottling her skin. When she thought he wasn't watching, he saw her wince at some small movement, and he ached in turn.
A whole team of Stanleys couldn't stop him being angry.
It was something he could do for her. She said being there was enough, but he wanted to do more. Everything. Rage was a burden she couldn't carry right now, so he'd carry it for her.
When she needed it, he'd be there.
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