Danny sucked in a breath when she pushed him back and checked him over. "Yeah," he hissed out, "my chest...pretty sure I broke a rib." He was bruised all over too, but the rib was the worst of it. "And this," he said, pulling up his pajama pant leg and showing them the angry red wound where the shackle was around his ankle. It was clear he had tried to pull away from it, without success. The wound looked infected.
"I can get this off of you, but I have to touch you, Danny. Is that okay?" Deirdre asked, while Thomas searched for a key in case it was within easy reach.
"It's okay," Danny breathed, still sniffly and half-crying. "Just get it the fuck off me."
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Date: 2014-08-03 04:49 am (UTC)From:"I can get this off of you, but I have to touch you, Danny. Is that okay?" Deirdre asked, while Thomas searched for a key in case it was within easy reach.
"It's okay," Danny breathed, still sniffly and half-crying. "Just get it the fuck off me."