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Part 38 of ffa drabbles , Part 1 of High Potential
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get my light right from the source

Summary:

"Who did this to you," he says. The words come in short, angry bursts, his breath hot against her cheek.

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written for 100 words of "who did this to you"

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Karadec puts a hand to her face and turns her head, gently. Somehow, despite the gentleness, that just makes her skull throb even more. She closes her eyes against the flashing blue-and-red lights— blindingly bright, garish—and grits her teeth. But even that hurts.

She feels Karadec skim his thumb along her jawline, over the raw patch of scraped up skin there. She wonders what he's thinking and wishes, not for the first time, that she was capable of reading his mind in addition to all her other talents.

"Who did this to you," he says. The words come in short, angry bursts, his breath hot against her cheek.

Morgan forces her eyes back open and tries to focus one at least one of the many blurry Karadecs currently floating in front of her eyes. No such luck.

"I'm fine," she insists, through gritted teeth. She barely manages to bite the words off before a wave of nausea rolls through her and nearly carries her out to sea.

Karadec's eyes flicker across her face for a moment. "You're obviously not fine, Morgan." He straightens up and raises his hand to flag someone down.

Morgan grabs onto his arm and forces it down. "I need to be on this case. You want me on this case, Karadec."

"What I want is for you to go with the paramedics and get your head checked out," Karadec says, shaking her hand off his arm. "Take care of that beautiful brain of yours. I—we need you at one hundred percent, Morgan."

He turns on his heel and strides off.

Morgan can't help but smile. Leave it to Karadec to couch his admiration of her in gruff dismissals or stern demands. It feels a little bit like being handed a pill hidden in a huge dollop of peanut butter.

Well, she'll go along with him this time because he asked so nicely. But next time? No way.

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