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 Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 12:00 am
Chel frowned as she saw the full extent of his wounds. The pink haired hunter was all for making fun of friends in a respectful, knowing way but even she couldn't spin it to be slightly humorous.
She nodded at his command and gently placed the bandaid on the side of his wrist, circling the wrist only one before questioning herself. "How close should the wraps be together? A-And do I wrap them tightly o-or ..."
Suddenly Chel was transformed from confident spitfire to babbling toddler. "It would be loose, right? So they don't um ... suffocate the burns?"
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 12:22 am
It was more than a little bizarre to see Chel doubt herself. He should have taken comfort in the fact that she was taking it that seriously, but Jack was more of a pessimist and could only look forward to the botched job.
"Close together," he told her, a muscle in his face twitching as initial contact was made. "And a little loose, yes, for breathing. Not so loose that they unravel, though." It was difficult to explain without physically doing it himself, but his arms hurt at the thought of the excessive movement.
Jack loathed having to be this dependent, if it wasn't obvious before.
"Be extra careful on the blisters," he added. "Owain's done most of the job already on healing, but if those suckers pop, I'm in for a world of hurt."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 12:24 am
Chel winced at the idea of blisters popping. Way to be as gross as possible Jack.
She wove the bandaids as he told her to, though no beginner's work was going to be as nice as it could have been. She watched his reaction, waiting for him to flinch and then adjusted for such reactions.
Finally she came up to the crux of his arm, and said, "How do I ... finish it? Tie it off?"
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 9:44 pm
Jack kept his face as neutral as possible throughout, allowing only a twitch in his jaw to belie when something really hurt. At least he was on his way as far as recovery was concerned, so what mistakes Chel made weren't as bad as they could have been for him. She adjusted when he made it obvious something was off, so the whole thing went by rather smoothly for a novice attempt.
He didn't snap at her either, so that was something.
"Gently," he replied as they reached the end, sighing in relief as the bandages began to cool him down. They were almost minty even, refreshing and comfortable. And now Jack partially craved gum. "Not bad, Craft. Not the best, but not bad." Good enough. Chel hadn't even made her usual overt attempts to touch him outside of laying out the bandages, which was a pleasant surprise in and of itself.
What a strange little day.
"Thank you," he found himself saying as he brushed his hair out of his eyes, and it actually sounded genuine.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:48 pm
Wow, a genuine compliment from Jack. Did these bandages have some sort of mood altering chemical in them too? A personality distorter? Chel wouldn't have put it past the experimenting life division, honestly. She tried not to look too happy with his praise, but it was pretty much impossible when he sounded so genuine and she was too happy about.
"Um. You're welcome," she said awkwardly, patching the bandages at the end as gently as she could. "Does it feel better? Your face is saying so, but I can never read you Jack."
Part of her wanted to scuttle out the door and leave him to his peace because she knew he'd like that best, but she also thought maybe she should stay and keep him company. Tall, brooding and handsome may have put up a tough front, but Chel had been injured enough times to know that a hospital bed got boring very fast. That might have just been her short attention span though.
So instead, Chel sat there wagging her tail.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 11:16 pm
"Christ, Craft, I'm fine," he assured her, the usual bite to his tone blunted by the soothing bandages. "Burnt up and confined, but fine. I'm worse than a cockroach when it comes to survivability." Jack reached for a book next to his pillow, a thick collection of Poe's short stories and poems judging from the cover. Wetting his fingers, he began to leaf through them to his bookmark, acting as if for all the world Chel was no longer there.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 11:40 pm
Chel sighed loudly and melodramatically as he picked up the book. Well, that was Jack's timer going "ding ding ding" you're done. She pursed her lips, and crossed her arms, just sitting there. She was going to stand up to him!
.......
About five minutes later Chel was still crossing her arms and Jack was still reading his book. Jack's patience seemed that of the Great Wall of China whereas she was a crumbling brick.
She grumbled and stood, shaking her limbs out a bit. "Alright Beanstalk, you win." She mumbled something about how unfair it was that Jack always won. "Let me know if you need anything. You won't, of course, because you're too stoic and manly to ever need anything from anyone, but I'm still saying it because it's a societal politeness. Something you could use!" Chel did, occasionally, have a moment of intelligence.
Regardless of if he protested, Chel fully used the advantage of his injury and lack of mobility to put a kiss on the side of his face, along with a, "See ya later." With that, she exited the room and began planning her schedule for coffee delivery for the next few days.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 12:04 am
He always would win; losing simply wasn't an option to Jack. Perpetuating a stereotype wasn't hard at all anyway, especially when the island seemed to welcome easy-to-digest summaries of people. Stoic. Manly. In need of societal politeness. Coffee addict. d**k. Jack was fine with that image, however boring it seemed when compared to the loads of other little assholes dotting Deus. "Yup," he said without looking up from his book, popping the p. ("Manly" was a nice touch. He had never thought about it like that, surprisingly.) He tensed when she neared, eyes narrowing as Chel snuck a kiss on the cheek and darted away. In that window of opportunity just as she was backing away, he thought about doing it again, suddenly just grip her by the hair and yank her in, snugly fit his hands around her neck, wondering if it would feel better the second time without stretching his healing skin, or if it had to be spiced up with arrogant words first to make choking worth it, to hear the words struggling out of her throat like little prisoners, the thrum of dying gasps, pretending it was only in retaliation, in self-defense against the utterly stupid-- Owain broke through the vision with wordless alarm. As Jack sat there alone and read lines that did not filter to his brain, they had a mental stare down. There wasn't judgment, and yet there was. (( That was uncalled for, )) Owain said quietly. So was invading my space. He wasn't sorry at all; it wasn't as if the image in his head had ended with Chel in his grasp; he had a different sun in mind, one who had earned his ire. But none of that made it past the surface. Jack's face remained neutral in spite of not being watched, for all the world just another bored patient as he flipped through his book and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
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