i can feel you all around me.

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I feel you on my fingertips, my tongue dances behind my lips for you...

[the soft song is coming from a room where this boy is curled up on the floor. he's really not bothered by the fact that he was on a hospital bed not but a minute ago, but more by the lost feeling in his limbs. on the back of his head over a shaved patch of hair is a taped gauze, beneath it a relatively fresh stitched wound.]