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ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ.
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// My boy is going to get stabbed for being mean to him 😔
// Simon is Yan's type, I fear
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A small huff as she made the splint. He didn't ask her to do that, but it wasn't like he could do it himself. And he'd leather die then go to meds.
"Yeah, somethin' like that." It wasn't like that at /all/, actually.
“Hurt it while working…?”
She can already sense it’s not the greatest situation, creating a makeshift splint like she has for herself and her brothers countless times. A perk of knowing weaponry ended up being knowing some basic medical care.
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Fingers twitch as she takes his hand, Jack inhaling sharply.
"Fuck.....guess that makes sense, but still-"
She carefully takes his hand in both of hers, not wanting to hurt him.
“It’s not severely broken, at most it’s probably just a slight break. At least judging by the swelling.”
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Moving his hand towards her.
"This look broken to ya?"
“Mostly, yeah…what’s wrong?”
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He's just going to raise his arms enough to remove the bandages and examine his hand.
"Ya know how ta tell if somethin' is broken?"
She’s parked herself close by. Just in case. She’s going to help him if he needs any help.
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Well, he's not going to force her. Not in the mood to do that.
Besides, she can be wherever. He's not the boss of her.
Well she’s just as stubborn, so she’s not leaving his side unless forced.
She cares about him too, believe it or not.
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He's too stubborn and prideful to allow her to do that.
He'll just keep insisting that he's fine.
She’s already on it.
And fair of him. She doesn’t mind ‘playing nurse’ and helping him out until he feels better, too.
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He has no plans on getting up unless he /has/ to.
....
Could she also grab bandages? He needs new ones.
Gathering little things to help him feel better. Including a pillow and blanket if he still rests on the floor.
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"Pretty sure we all are."
“Well im haunted by some things but not necessarily the captain”
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"Jus' me?
/Great/."
"Anyone else gettin' haunted by the cap'in, or is me illness and bad decisions gettin' me arse?"
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"Anyone else gettin' haunted by the cap'in, or is me illness and bad decisions gettin' me arse?"
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Hands grip the console as he reads the new note, though he's quickly letting go and stepping back once the lights flicker.
After looking around, eyes land on her. Cur a frown.
"What a sick fuckin' joke."
‘ you think your captain isn’t real ? I’m sad now . ‘ typed again, a sudden cold feeling rushing past him .
the lights in his room flickered . within the flashes stood a ghostly Ava, standing beside the console itself .
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He stares blankly at the screen for a few moments before rubbing his eyes. That can't be real, can it?
"Great, now /I'm/ seein' shit." A huff. "Definitely shouldn't have drank that much."
it’s stalling, almost waiting for him to get up and show his face . there’s a small light that turns green above the console itself .
and on the screen opens a blank notes app . words typed in from an external device .
‘ hello again, Jack . I’m sorry you had to see that . ‘
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An annoyed huff as he moves to get up, though that takes him several minutes.
A pause to lean against the wall and cough into his hand before finally making his way over to the console.
" Piece of shit."
one of the consoles in his room seems to need his attention, judging by how it turned on by itself .
and there’s an added chill in the air, almost like the air conditioning was one just above him .
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His body hurts, and he feels like he's going to throw up again.
He'll be laying on the floor if anyone needs him.
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Don't care.
I had already used that one therefore I win
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Jack just silently stands in the doorway for a while before eventually moving to find the gun, putting it in his belt.
"Some fuckin' /nerve/ askin' me fer a favor." He's lucky Jack doesn't want him dead.
And with that, he's going to be taking his leave.
David takes a deep breath and nods shallowly.
"Then do me a favor and take the gun with you... before I do it myself." David requests.
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"Ya don't deserve the easy way out, that's fer damn sure."
Jack's moving to the door now, hands clenching and unclenching. He pauses inside the doorway, glancing back over at the other.
" 'sides, /I'm/ not gonna take it upon myself to kill someone and not tell anybody."
David takes labored breaths, watching the gun get tossed away. Eyes locked on it before he looks back at Jack. His eyes don't even look like they reflect light anymore.
"don't I deserve it?" He mumbles, looking down again. Blood drips from his nose, he slumps against the wall.
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