Sunday has once again rolled around and it's time for another SSS.
These lines follow one of the big battles in Forged in Fire. One of the secondary heroes is injured, he’s also with a woman he’s reluctantly attracted to, and trying his damnedest not to show his agony or his attraction.
As always, you can find the rest of the SSS participants here.
“Let me take a look at your shoulder, how bad is it?”
It hurt like a motherfucker. “It’s fine. Let’s get to the damn car.”
Ignoring him, she dropped to her knees and grasped the hem of his t-shirt.
“I’m fine,” he grated out, punctuating each word with a hiss as she maneuvered his right arm out of its hole and then over his head.
When she eased the shirt down his left shoulder and arm, the agony rolled through him in a dense, black wave. Nausea twisted his belly, and climbed his throat, Christ, he was about to puke.
How fucking humiliating.