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[TOMMY]

"Fuckin'... shit!" Cursed the young man under frosted lips, the remnants of his warm breath expelling into the chilled air. He clenched his jaw and shuffled awkwardly into a position that allowed him to sit up against the base of a tall tree, its snow-dusted branches blocking out the pale sunlight coming in from above.

What had happened, you may ask? Under the folds of his coat, was a plain tee, torn and ripped in one section because he had been a clumsy fuck and had ended up slipping in the snow, jamming his side into a rock. Thank god he had managed to break some of his fall, or else the fall would have broken him. He had sustained a gash, nothing life-threatening but it was sure bloody and messy.

Tommy panted lightly and winced as he shifted his weight in attempt to ease the pain. He wasn't a goddamn doctor; he couldn't fix himself up or anything like that. He had gone so long without injuring himself, and now he had just broken that streak. "Fuck this, I need a drink." Mumbled Tommy and he fetched his nearly-empty flask of whisky. There was no use in trying to preserve his resources, seeing as he was pissed that this had happened and needed something to take the edge off.