After a quick trip back to the truck, Spencer had refused to move from his spot in the middle of the field, Henry has draped a blanket around Spencer's shoulders and is dabbing at bloodied hands with alcohol.
"Spencer, what happened to your hands?" They were really torn up.
Spencer's voice quavers, "They left me here."
"Who?"
The quaver devolves to stuttering, "I-- I-- I can't."
Henry lays a worried hand on Spencer's shoulder, "Spencer--" he cuts himself off and turns walk over to Jack who has just come back out from the trailer.
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Date: 2007-12-15 03:21 am (UTC)"Spencer, what happened to your hands?" They were really torn up.
Spencer's voice quavers, "They left me here."
"Who?"
The quaver devolves to stuttering, "I-- I-- I can't."
Henry lays a worried hand on Spencer's shoulder, "Spencer--" he cuts himself off and turns walk over to Jack who has just come back out from the trailer.