From the Cutting Room Floor of My Lyric Ficathon Fic

[laguera25]

Here is a rejected bit from Part III of my lyric_ficathon fic. I scrapped it and the blind girl because I felt she detracted from the focus of the story, which was Flack's isolation and Danny's flailing attempts to help mend the gaping wounds Flack is hiding beneath his clothes. I may do something with this later because I could see Flack being this sort of neighbor.

Note also the alarming redundancy in the last paragraph. Yeesh.



In fact the only other person to sit with him had been a nineteen-year-old, blind college student who lived in his building. She came because Flack stopped in to check on her every couple of days, see if she needed help with taking out the garbage or changing light bulbs. She told Stella she knew somethin' was bad when four days went by and she didn't get a knock on the door or hear him through the wall, screamin' about the Knicks. On the fifth morning, she started callin' the hospitals.

Accordin' to Stella, it took her all day to find the hospital, and when she got there, they wouldn't let her in because she wasn't family. So she sat outside in the waitin' room with her cane between her knees until Mac got curious and asked her what she was doin' there. Fifteen minutes later, she was on one side of the bed, and he was on the other, each with a hand.

Stella says she never missed a day. She left only to go to classes or take a quick shower, and she left only when they kicked her out. Then, when he woke up, she stopped comin'. It was just the lab after that.

ETA: Part III of my lyric_ficathon fic stands at 3,192 words. Yeehaw!