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(Not this hot woman, especially since she's an empath.)
"We have cellphone-like devices, but they are local use only"
Poor guy, he was quite pathetic, good thing this wasn't a year ago or she might have considered putting him out of his misery, but the though didn't even cross her mind.
"I'm not going to poke you in the eye with a stick," she said slowly, "Now, are you going to help me get you to a doctor or are you going to make me carry you?"
She switched sides to keep weight off his injured ankle. Gently lifting his arm over her neck and shoulders and pulling him against her to support his weight as she lifted him to his feet.
"We'll go slow, if you need a break, let me know."
'Handsome'? Aw yes. Even beat half to death, he's still got it.
He hissed a little in pain as he was pulled to his feet. "So...what kind of doctor are we talking? Is this going to be the kind of thing where I bite on a strip of leather and pray, or?"
"Yeah. Sure. Okay." Hey, as long as the cure wasn't worse than the affliction, he'd try anything at this point. Up to and including goat eyeball stew.
"What the hell is wrong with my wrist? Have people been putting cigarettes out on me?" Damn, he shouldn't have said that. Now he really wanted a smoke. The joke was said lightly, to help him avoid thinking about the vague memory of the branding iron and the pain so intense he'd passed out.
She didn't look at his wrist, focusing on keeping him balanced.
"That's one way of looking at it," she said, not wanting to make him focus on it for too long. he seemed in good spirits despite the pain he was in, but she knew it wouldn't last.
"Well, shit, the least they could do would be to offer me one, too. Pretty fucking rude, to burn a guy with your cigarette and not let him at least have a puff or two," he says, pouting a little for comedic effect.
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"Island, island." Islands. Where would he be on an island? Why would he be on an island??
"So we're prisoners. No chance of a sat-phone around?"
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"We have cellphone-like devices, but they are local use only"
Poor guy, he was quite pathetic, good thing this wasn't a year ago or she might have considered putting him out of his misery, but the though didn't even cross her mind.
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"...okay. Local radios." He's going to be impressed when he sees them, though. He's from 1995. "Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick."
Beat.
"Don't poke me in the eye with a sharp stick."
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She switched sides to keep weight off his injured ankle. Gently lifting his arm over her neck and shoulders and pulling him against her to support his weight as she lifted him to his feet.
"We'll go slow, if you need a break, let me know."
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He hissed a little in pain as he was pulled to his feet. "So...what kind of doctor are we talking? Is this going to be the kind of thing where I bite on a strip of leather and pray, or?"
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"Our doctors are very good, it will be fairly painless, I promise."
Raine could heal with her magic, so could Aqua and, to an extent, Cain. So it wasn't a lie.
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Right, well, now she sounded crazy again.
"If magic was a thing anyway."
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"What the hell is wrong with my wrist? Have people been putting cigarettes out on me?" Damn, he shouldn't have said that. Now he really wanted a smoke. The joke was said lightly, to help him avoid thinking about the vague memory of the branding iron and the pain so intense he'd passed out.
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"That's one way of looking at it," she said, not wanting to make him focus on it for too long. he seemed in good spirits despite the pain he was in, but she knew it wouldn't last.
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