"Fuck!" David finally yelled, and could hardly restrain himself from putting his fist through the backlit wall that the scans were displayed on. Bastard things, evidence of what was wrong with Peter. He couldn't look at them any more. He turned away, and braced himself against the opposite wall with one hand, his head hanging down so he was staring down at the seat of a chair. Tears fell from his eyes onto the chair with soft little thuds.
Tasha just curled further into her parents' embrace, loathing every word that was spoken of Peter's condition.
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Date: 2007-08-11 01:05 pm (UTC)From:Tasha just curled further into her parents' embrace, loathing every word that was spoken of Peter's condition.