TITLE: Occupational Risks FANDOM: Southland PAIRING: John
Cooper/Cesar (I'm still not sure how to spell his name) GENRE:
Slash. PROMPT: burning. SUMMARY: Cesar is a fireman. WARNINGS:
severe burning? NOTES: nope. DISCLAIMER:don't own, just burrow.
That had always been a possibility, a professional risk, just
like the chance of getting shot everyday John got out of bed and
put on his uniform. It didn't help preparing him, though.
Cesar's mouth parted and he whispered against his pillow, in a
groggy voice, "How ugly do I look?"  Like shit, John thought. He
answered, "Alive."  "Prob'ly good." Cesar muttered back,
wincing. There was no burning marks near his face, but the
bandages were wrapped around his neck and all the way down to
right arm (God, it'd be a miracle if they didn't have to
amputate it) and his back, disappearing under the covers. It had
to hurt.  John patted his good hand. Thumbed it. "What they
giving you?"  Cesar offered him a smirk half covered by a
pillow. "Good stuff." He tried to chuckle,