☼ - beyondmysights
SEND ☼ TO HEAR THE WORDS THAT MY MUSE WOULD WHISPER TO YOURS ONLY WHEN THEY THINK YOUR MUSE IS FAST ASLEEP
He’s been listening to Clint breathe for the past ten minutes, there’s a steady beep of a machine that Jim does his best to ignore, focusing solely on the man laying near motionless, save for the slow rise and fall of his chest. It’s past midnight, but the room is flooded with light.
Because it didn’t matter how much or how little light there was coming off of the fluorescent bulbs that line the ceiling, the man in the gurney wouldn’t be bothered by it, nor would he be bothered by the worried look on the Colonel’s face as he sits, and listens, to any changes in Clint’s breath.
"You’re a fucking idiot—" He starts, cut off by his own voice catching in his throat, and that’s all it takes to make him look away.
"You can’t— What did you think would happen? I can’t see you at all times— and you can’t—
You can’t just rush in and try to prove you’re still hot shit.” He leans back in his chair, a frustrated sigh pushing past his lips. Jim doesn’t speak for a few moments, mentally going over all the reprimands he wants to say, but doesn’t.
It takes him a few minutes to finally speak again.
“Just, be more careful next time—
Fucker.”
