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the Wound-Dresser
by Lady Erised
RATING: M
DISCLAIMER: "If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended, That you did but slumber’d here while these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme is no more yielding then a dream." - Midsummer’s Night Dream
SUMMARY: What Vaughan Rice does now is remembers. He remembered what it was like before the cancer, and before Pearse was in this small white gray room, but Jesus, somehow Vaughan can’t believe that it was ever real at all. How could it have been?