Date: 2007-08-13 05:31 am (UTC)
Anna chokes, pushing herself up to her elbows, then rolling over in an attempt to stand.

Her voice, when she finally manages enough breath to speak, is hoarse.

There's gonna be a lot of bruising later, looks like.

"Oh honey, you say the sweetest things."

She fumbles with the shotgun, swinging it up to point right at him.

Here's hoping it didn't get damaged. Nicky's got a hard head.
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