Her blood is like the pulsing of the television screen at night when she can't sleep. Softly murmured voices in her ears help her eyes close, but her mind stays awake and she realizes that her arms are too empty. She feels like an open wound, bleeding profusely with no means to stop the flow and all she wants is the pressure of his hands on her back and his cheek on her temple.
. . . In other words, she needs a hug . . . .
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