Drabbling

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My prompt from byslantedlight was swami (swami?? ow, head hurts!)

"I know your future, Ray."

"How do you know?" Four words hissed between clenched teeth, costing Ray seconds of preciously guarded breath. He felt his ribs expand against his bloodsoaked shirt, felt the rough fabric chafe his skin. Reality was Bodie's hand clenched around his own lax fingers, Bodie's unrelenting certainty in a world suffused with agony.

Warm air brushed his neck. "You'll come home with me and we'll do it right this time. Oh yeah, know it all, don't I."

"My very own swami." Four words forced through a pain-choked laugh, part defiant challenge, part triumphant capitulation.

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Thank you so much - appreciate it!

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