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Nov. 1st, 2012 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Dave wakes up groggy and sore in the infirmary the day after Halloween. He barely remembers what followed after the shed. How he got here, if he was brought by a friend or if he walked in in a near-catatonic daze after he emptied his stomach, not even who bandaged up his burnt and scratched up skin. Looking around him, he hopes that he’ll at least know that Maxxie and the rest are fine. And that whoever he talks to can tell him that he wasn’t wrong in what he did. That it wasn’t real. That what Dave did was just in self defense and an accident. That he isn’t actually a killer.
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Date: 2012-12-06 06:41 pm (UTC)"Fine. But if Maxxie is as hurt as I think he is and he's upset that I didn't go right away to find him when I woke up, I'm pinning this on you."
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Date: 2012-12-08 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-09 04:37 am (UTC)"The guys... one of 'em was my best friend. They beat up Max and dragged me up to the tool shed, right next to the Compound. Locked me in. And my dad was there."
He can feel his throat tighten up as he tells Rizzo this, and he second guesses finishing the story.
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Date: 2012-12-09 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-10 01:53 pm (UTC)Dave realizes then that doesn't want to vocalize what he did at all. Not fully. He can't say it yet. So he skips over the specifics. "I think I was running entirely on adrenaline when I got myself out of there. Barely even remember checking myself in."