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Songbirds & Saline by thisisle
Fandoms: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins
31 Jan 2025
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So, I can't be the only one who thought we could have been given a little more whump in the scene after Snow and Lucy Gray get caught in the explosion in the arena!
"I’ve tried, doctor. He hasn’t said much to me, and he hasn’t accepted the drink I’ve given him. I’ve tried three times already, unless he drinks I can’t take him off the IV, it’s the only thing giving him fluids right now." "I’m surprised. With as malnourished and thin as he is, I would have expected him to take the drink or ask for food. He probably doesn’t know what he wants with as bad as his concussion is. Has he allowed you to look at his burns?" -
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Alessa gave a growl when Lucas began to fall to his side, incapacitated. She wasn’t expecting a wet, choking sound, though. It wasn’t until the father collapsed to his side that she realized the sound didn’t come from him. Malcolm still lay where he was, eyes wide, face red. Only, it wasn’t just his face that was red. She could barely see the skin that made up his neck because of the rich scarlet that was his blood. Or, what if Malcolm ended up getting slashed by the box cutter in Stranger Beside You !
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He looked at the numbers on the thermometer incredulously. It had to be wrong. 99.8 didn’t seem right. That was too high. Clearly it must be defective. Or, some more whump for our son bc he definitely needs it right.
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Yea I'm? Not good with titles. but anyways! so remember when Malcolm got bit by a snake and they didn't even give us much of a whump scene for it :) I also will have a follow up to this one where he wakes up in the hospital, picking up where the show does after he gets taken there. Also this is my first fic for Prodigal son. So go easy on me please : ' )
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Takes place at the end of season1 episode 22 Berlin: conclusion - tl;dr: red was shot by tom and then when he goes to clean it later we see the scars, but what if someone else sees them too >:)
"Are they from the fire?” She needed him to stop lying. Now it was his turn to pause. He was standing still, bandage from his arm still bloody and held between his fingers. He hadn’t even started cleaning it. The wound had already begun to bleed again, evidenced by a slowly growing circle of crimson through his shirt. Reddington didn’t move his eyes from hers, but took a few moments to reply. “Yes.”