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A quiet night in was the perfect way to spend Valentine’s Day. After the bombing, the thought of being any public place with a large portion of the town worried her. Even staying inside had her scared that something might happen to innocent people. She adjusted a few items on the table, taking extra care to make everything look perfect. “I am starving,” Kiara commented. “And thankfully it’s finally time to eat!”
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Daniel had brought Ezra some clean clothes and he’d found it in himself to get out of the bed he’d been stuck in to find himself a bit of privacy to change.  He wasn’t stupid enough to try and deny help or the bed rest but he was stubborn enough to decide he’d been on his back for too long.
Despite they’d all been living nomadic lives for months now, there’s still something surreal about getting changed in the middle of the door aisle of a Lowe’s. The toilets left him in pitch black and this aisle was the furthest he could walk before getting too tired or impatient given the state of his half cut pants.
It was the first chance he had to really look at the damage done, too. Not keen on looking into an actual mirror, the subtle image in the glass windows were easier to swallow. He looked rotten, a fruit spoiling and pressed too hard. Every part of him was at different stages, bursts of yellows and reds and blacks. He gets the t-shirt and hoodie on quickly, wishing it were cold enough he could wear a scarf and cover the marks on his neck.
It’s all going as smoothly as it could, despite his pauses to try and see the damage, it’s a quick painless process. Till those fucking trousers prove to be his downfall. Bending down, doubling over his gut and he fucking falls.
Shoulder first into a door, a loud curse as he hits a hip on the door handle of all things. So much for this being a quick and painful process. “Goddamn,” he hisses, clothes dropped as he holds his hip. That’ll probably bruise too.
( @theruinous )
