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swan221ha ([info]swan221ha) wrote,
@ 2010-05-12 01:45:00

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He felt leagued against all of themWhat did this...
He felt leagued against all of themWhat did this Wilson appreciate of what they were doing for him?
And Wilson lay back again, listening to the fast taut sounds of their sobbingThey were working for himHe understood it abruptly, held the idea for an instant and then lost it, but the emotion it stirred remained with him"Man, Ah think a lot of you all for what you're doin', but you don't have to stick with ol' WilsonJus' lea' me, that's all And when there was no answer he became fretful"Goddammit, men, Ah said you can lea' me He whined like a feverish child
Goldstein wanted to drop the litter handleHe said we should stop, Goldstein said to himselfBut immediately afterward he was moved by newest chanel bag Wilson's speechIn the heat and the blunting exhaustion of the march he could not think clearly, and thoughts jerked through him like muscular reactionsWe can't leave him, he told himself; he's a generous fellow, and then Goldstein thought of nothing at all but the increasing torment in his arm, the muscle pains that extended across his back down into his straining legs
Wilson rubbed his tongue against the dry edge of his teeth"Oh, men, Ah'm thirsty," he chantedHe twisted on the litter, holding up his head toward the leaden glaring sky, his throat poised on the edge of a delicious blissAny moment they would give him some water and the torture of his tongue and palate would be assuaged"Men, louis vuitton replica speedy gimme a drink," Wilson muttered"Le's have some water
They hardly heard himHe had been babbling for water all day, and they had been paying no attentionHe dropped his head back, rolled his thickened tongue in the arid cavity of his mouth"Le's have some water," he bleatedOnce more he waited patiently, fought against the vertigo that seemed to revolve him in circles on the litter"Goddammit, men, y' gonna gimme some water
"Take it easy, Wilson," Brown muttered
Stanley halted, his legs quivering, and they set him down"Give him some water for God's sakes," Stanley shouted
"You can't give him water with a stomach wound," Goldstein protested
"What do you know about it?"
"You can't give rolex oyster perpetual watch him water," Goldstein said'"
"Water's out," Brown panted
"Aaah, you guys gimme a pain in the ass," Stanley bawled
"A little water ain't gonna hurt Wilson," Ridges mutteredHe felt a touch of surprise and scorn"Man dies if en he don't get water To himself he thought, What are they fussin' so much about?
"Brown, I always thought you were chickenshitNot even giving a wounded man some water Stanley reeled in the sunlight"An old buddy like Wilson an' you won't even give him any water 'cause some doctor starts talking about it There was a terror back of his speech which he could not quite faceEven in his exhaustion he knew there was something wrong, dangerously wrong, in giving Wilson a drink, shop prada handbags but he avoided that, rousing in himself an emotion of certain righteousness"Try to relieve a man of a little suffering and what the hell do ya get for it? Goddammit, Brown, what the hell do ya want to do, torture him?" He felt himself driven by an excitement, a necessity"Give him a drink, what will it cost ya?"
"It would be murder," Goldstein said
"Aw, shut up, ya dumb Jew bastard Stanley spoke with fury
"You can't say that to me," Goldstein pipedHe was quivering with anger now too, but back of it was the shattering realization that Stanley had been so friendly the night beforeYou can't trust any of them, he thought numbly with a certain bitter pleasureAt least this time, he was d&g dolce gabbana certain


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