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"Kuroda," Alexis spits, and coughs -- there's dirt in the wound, gravel; it was not the last thing that happened here. "********' -- threw me down, stabbed me, and left - said I didn't have what he wanted, 'cause I didn't have magic, tried t'keep him here -- he laughed at me -" they tense up and shiver, defiant, more than a little miserable. "I'll ******** kill him -"
Another cough. "I can -- walk. Kinda. Probably shouldn't."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2017 5:20 am
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"Yeah," Alexis murmured, irritated - yes, he had a hood, he still ******** stabbed me was writ in every fiber of their being, "still gonna kill him - I could have ********' hurt him if I had my <******** magic and now he's gonna - go after someone else - <********>" The wound was bleeding, sluggishly, still; and they winced and curled inwards, hands moving up to put pressure on their head, getting blood in their hair. "<********>, my head hurts."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2017 11:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2017 7:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 10:45 am
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"Fear?" That- Well, that was not something he would have expected out of Shun that's for sure. "Certainly not what I would have expected from him." Jeremiah paused, once they were leaning against him.
"Bring the edges together," he told them, when they were holding the shirt together, "and I can mend it." Jeremiah could, in fact, do so. The tears in the cloth were fixed once he pinched the edges together between his fingers. Once he was sure they were covered to their satisfaction, he moved his hand away.
Which was about all the warning they got because between one blink and another for them, they were then at the hospital (it was just like breathing for Jeremiah).
... and it was the second time, in so many weeks, that the Chief of Police was having to help someone to the hospital injured. At least this time he could claim it was because it was someone under watch and he was their contact.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 11:38 am
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The lights of the hospital were -- so bright, and Alexis ducked their head, squeezed their eyes shut, winced in pain. The set of their shoulders relaxed a little, anyways. Even though they were trying not to put weight on him, to stay steady on their own, if they thought about balancing their weight and making their way to their feet and staying there - they didn't have to think about how much they hated sterile walls and halls, being told, being clothed in hospital-order gowns, the inevitable fees -
"Don't have insurance," they mumbled, annoyed, "who's gonna pay for this." Back to silence. The bruises on their face were dark.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2017 10:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 9:20 am
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Alexis just mumbled something incoherent, leaning on Jeremiah heavily; more worried about infection, they might have said, but the world was still going a little fuzzy at the edges and their cheek hurt and it felt like there was fire in their veins, burning their thigh out from the inside. Their fingers felt so clumsy, blood smeared on their fingertips -- there was no backtalk, no defiant looks shot at anyone; just the world hazy through their eyelashes.
(As it turned out, they needed a transfusion, at least a little; the sutures were the easy part, because the blade had missed arteries, barely hit muscle - it had mostly just been smaller things, fat and veins, although there was another comment about they shouldn't have been awake, with the pain it would have caused. Alexis just breathed in and out and went somewhere else.)
In the hospital bed, they looked a little better when not bloody, but it wasn't much. Still too-pale, the dark circles under their eyes worse in the light; the bruises on their arms, legs, dark and blooming. (Scratches, on their upper arms. Human nails. Dirt, skin, under their own fingernails.) Their weight had gotten a little better, if nothing else; and they looked at Jeremiah with baleful eyes, searching for something about him to be angry about.
azuredreams lol yes, probably nasir and jeremiah are their emergency contacts
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