All disclaimers apply, don't own them, wish I did, etc.

This is my first attempt at poetry... Sweet wuemsel encouraged me to post this.

His Arm
(Hutch 'The Fix' POV)

I shake and am in pain,

So

I pull his arm to me

I hurt and am afraid,

So

I pull his arm to me

I am angry that he won't fetch the drug

So

I pull his arm to me

I push him away with one arm

But with the other,

I pull his arm to me