Post by Trace Kennet on Mar 11, 2012 14:33:33 GMT -5
Trace stood, horrified at himself. Jordan walked away, and Trace couldn't bring himself to follow. All he did was stand, and then in a horrified murmur, "Oh God."
In that moment, Trace hated himself more than anyone or anything. He couldn't believe what he had said and he had just ruined any chance of even a friendship with the one person on this ship he cared for most. It a moment of rage he slammed his fist against the wall. He felt the pain, and heard a popping, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to go back 5 minutes, to have a second chance, but he couldn't, in his eyes there was no hope.
He sank to his knees, and then he slumped against the wall, Angry, His heart and hand hurting, and his mind full of all the things he should have done. Trace remained there for a while, and as his emotion subsided, slowly he began to realize his hand may need some attention. Picking himself up, he made his way towards the infirmary, hoping the Doc would help.
In that moment, Trace hated himself more than anyone or anything. He couldn't believe what he had said and he had just ruined any chance of even a friendship with the one person on this ship he cared for most. It a moment of rage he slammed his fist against the wall. He felt the pain, and heard a popping, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to go back 5 minutes, to have a second chance, but he couldn't, in his eyes there was no hope.
He sank to his knees, and then he slumped against the wall, Angry, His heart and hand hurting, and his mind full of all the things he should have done. Trace remained there for a while, and as his emotion subsided, slowly he began to realize his hand may need some attention. Picking himself up, he made his way towards the infirmary, hoping the Doc would help.