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Thom had easily moved out of the way, which meant Jordan’s momentum propelled him past the cobra, to crash on the ground behind him, on the shoulder that was still healing. “AAAAUUGH!!” Jordan screamed at the top of his lungs as he felt the still-opened wounds tear. This, of course, resulted in blood dripping down the re-opened wound, over his shoulder as a stark contrast to his brilliantly-white fur.

Jordan winced on the ground. He wasn’t fast enough to land a blow against the damned cobra and he hurt too much to get up. His pride was abused and his livelihood was going to take a killing strike from Doctor Moreau, whether or not Thom was merciful to spare him any pre-punishment suffering. Jordan’s breathing was rough, choking on the failure as he clutched the opened wound, pulling himself painfully raising his torso off the ground. There was no way he could force Thom to divulge the location of the laptop without being able to beat it out of him.

He wanted to stand and attack Thom again, but he’d risk tearing the wound further and the pain was partially debilitating as it was. That and he knew what could happen. Jordan didn’t want either Awen, nor Dee to witness the brutality Thom was capable of, so he remained there on the ground, pathetically defeated, staring with fear at the snake’s backside.

That was it? That was the entire fight? The whole spectacle was rather pitiful, when it came down to it. Several seconds passed before the cobra began to relax, slowly straightening to a more natural pose and sending a skeptical glance Jordan's way. He half expected Jordan to whirl around as he had their first meeting and try another foolish attack, but there was nothing. No, the dog man was just sitting on he ground, bleeding from a shoulder and sulking. And Thom hadn't done a thing.

Momentarily ignoring Jordan, Thom turned his attention to Awen, frowning down at her. As usual, he was being made out to be the bad guy. Sure, he had provoked Jordan, but Jordan had been the one to actually attack, and Thom had been kind enough move aside rather than counter, which probably saved them all a lot of stress and, in Jordan's case, pain. "I think th' one you should be talkin' to is 'im, miss," he muttered, jabbing a thumb towards Jordan. "'E attacked, not me, an' 'e's th' one more likely to try again. I'm perfectly 'appy to be on my way if 'e'll bugger off an' leave me alone."

Chuckling, he glanced towards the dog man. "In fact, I think I'll do that now while 'e's busy cryin' about 'is shoulder. 'Ave a nice day." He sent a sneer Jordan's way, but his expression was polite enough as he turned back to Awen and Dee to nod a goodbye, immediately afterwards turning to start through the trees, back for where he had been napping. Maybe now he would be able to sleep.

Jordan was absolutely humiliated once again by Thom. He was bested by the better person, or at least someone who was further along and had more experience with advanced changes. Semantics, either way. Jordan was a dog and not some wild beast. He wouldn't be fortunate enough to successfuly combat such formiddable opponents, even if he'd been ensured by the doctor Jordan would be able to defend himself and Moreau one day. It was the surprise in his serum.

He pounded his fist on the jungle floor in defeat, trying to hold back the obscenities. This was so bad for the dogman. Doctor Moreau had promised punishment for failure. Jordan wasn't going to act foolhearty and get himself nearly killed once again. He waited for Thom to depart before he rose painfully from the ground, holding his left paw over his right shoulder in a feeble attempt to keep the blood from spilling over. His fur was stained red as was the surrounding fur as he walked towards Dee and Awen, head lowered in shame.

"I'm so screwed.." is all he muttered, clenching his eyes tight.

Dee blushed a bit and waved a hand. "Thanks, but it was technically my fault for attracting them both in the beginning. I've been in worse scrapes before...possibly not as odd, though."

She looks over at Jordan. "And why are you so screwed? You should listen to your friend here...she sounds quite intelligent. I'm sure there's another way."

Awen moved right up to the fluffy white dogman and tapped on his head lightly with a fist. "Hello? Is Jordan's brain in there? Or are his ears in a temporary state of not hearing?" She stepped back and crossed her arms. "Snif it out Jordan. You're a dog aren't you?" She shook her head slowly. "Listen we're going to have to talk about this. I don't know what Moreau has done to you or threatens to do but it's not right. I don't know of any islander who seems to fear for their life by that mad man's hands. We fear the changes and the accidental deaths, but you look like you're on the chopping block hun. So stop sulking and start smelling. Shouldn't you canines be able to snif things out? Surely you'd be able to find its scent? Stop looking like you're doomed because your not."

Jordan remained still so she could tend to his injury, hissing sharply as it stung. Following the initial stinging, he settled back down. He’d let Awen say her piece uninterrupted, but didn’t appreciate the way she spoke of Doctor Moreau. The truth –to Jordan- was he’d caused the doctor to become irate with him, from the very reason he was brought to the island to the laptop incident occurring.

“Yes. My senses have improved a lot, but I don’t even know where to look. That’s why I came to the jungle. This is really bad.. as bad or worse than the reason that brought me here.. I was responsible for keeping that safe and I let him down again.” Jordan was possibly saying more than he should have. With cameras everywhere, he should know by now to be careful what he says to the others, especially in the presence of one of the newer residents.

“Awen, I’m sorry I dragged you into this. You’re my friend. You were the first person other than Doctor Moreau that I had the pleasure of meeting. I’m really sorry for causing you problems today. I was afraid to come alone, though… he nearly killed me the last time we met..”

Dee also quirks an eyebrow, listening quietly as she works. She's full of questions for Sabin, and Moreau as well. Perhaps letting the good Doctor's guard dog do some talking will clear up a few things.

She discards the current pad, and sterilizes another. "You may need new sutures, Jordan...All I can do is bandage it, but it won't be pretty." She presses the pad against the wound, then reaches for a small roll of gauze.

As she wrapped and pinned the gauze into a bandage, Dee felt very much like a...veterinarian.

"That still doesn't explain this admiration for Moreau." Awen seemed unimpressed by his story. She already knew he had worked for Feral, which meant he had to do something to mess up to land him on the island in the first place. "You're avoiding my core question here Jordan.

"And of course I'm not spreading your past around. But going around getting into fights in Moreau's name is worse than telling people you used to work for Feral. I warned you for a reason not to tell people, and just having them know you made a mistake wasn't it. You're landing yourself in more and more hot water Jordan." She paughed and moment looking at him with the same hard look she had been before dropping into concern. "I just want to know why you're throwing yourself into harms way like this. Getting the laptop back in one thing, but I've heard you've been preaching Moreau's name as good to a few people. That's putting you in mortal danger. The labs may be able to control guys like the snake, but there are others who are a bit craftier than him, and another who like Annie has no chip. So really Jordan I'm asking you as your friend to be honest with me. Why are you being so stupid and risking your life over that b*****d?"

Awen didn't mean to ignore Dee, she really was helping but there was something she ws missing with Jordan and he avoided her questions enough without her side tracking adding to the distraction. She'd have to talk to the woman later, have a better introduction and chat probably. But for now she really just needed the dog to answer her damn questions.