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The worst part had been the phantom pains.
Her back had healed years ago; her mobility had returned after years of Charlie’s care.
But she couldn’t tell Charlie about this. The pain radiated through nerves she didn’t have anymore, a lightless flame she couldn’t breathe through. All she could do was lay there and curse Lute’s name.
Charlie was there anyway, though. Her hands were gentle. It did not reduce the pain measurably, but it helped anyway.
“How is it?” Charlie asked.
It was nice to not have to lie anymore. “Bad. Kiss it better?”
“Of course.” Charlie leaned in.