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mrua7.livejournal.comSummary: Napoleon finds himself in a compromising position and in need of help but Illya's out of town... (a prequel to my April series)
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Apr. 11th, 2019
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The Breach of Promise Affair - Ch. 8
Apr. 11th, 2019 08:00 amssclassof56.livejournal.comEyelids too heavy to open. Limbs immovable. Sedated and strapped to the bed, Illya concluded. Dr. Ligouri was not taking any chances with him. No flying jello or midnight escapes this time.
Nurses chattered, their words only noise. Unseen hands tended to him. A sponge bath? In his narcotized state, he could sense only a gentle rocking, like the sway of a boat. Damn Ligouri!
The pain in his chest was becoming intolerable. Had he been shot? He could not remember. His thinking was muddled, his memories clouded. Sometimes all that kept a man from the void was a mental lifeline, a thought to which he held fast. He cast out through the sedatives for one, certain it would not be found within the medical ward.
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Nurses chattered, their words only noise. Unseen hands tended to him. A sponge bath? In his narcotized state, he could sense only a gentle rocking, like the sway of a boat. Damn Ligouri!
The pain in his chest was becoming intolerable. Had he been shot? He could not remember. His thinking was muddled, his memories clouded. Sometimes all that kept a man from the void was a mental lifeline, a thought to which he held fast. He cast out through the sedatives for one, certain it would not be found within the medical ward.
The link takes you to AO3.
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