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Sherry had to do a double take. It wasn't unusual to see folks looking a little haggard in this part of the compound, and even less unusual to see blood. What was unusual was seeing someone she recognized, and clearly seeing that something was wrong.

She stopped and turned, not even caring about where she and Jake had been headed. Nevada was sitting there and she was not well. Sherry trusted Jake to follow.

"Nevada? Nevada why are you bleeding?" There were a million questions she could have asked, but she went with a direct one. Take care of the blood first, then figure out why Nevada was just sitting there next to the hallway where help could be found.

She tried to tug at the sleeves more, her gaze drawing from the floor where she sat up to the pair that had come.

Jake and Sherry, Fighting, Love...Thoughts and memories and things raced through her brain. Full hunters, Friends. They were friends.

"I can't go to the infirmary..." She muttered, stop the bleeding, it only gets worse. You don't heal.

"I can't go to the infirmary, they won't help. Sorry, move on." She kept muttering, "Don't heal, don't heal. Leroy can't heal me..."

Jake crossed his arms, evidently not satisfied with her answer. And to think she gave him crap for being reckless.
"Did... your weapon get broken?"
He was pretty sure his fear shield was offline during that time too, but he did his best to stay away from dangerous missions, and had those runic daggers, so...

Broken? Jake's question made sense, broken was a plausible reason-- "What?" Sherry said again. Dying? Leroy was dead? Sherry remembered when Chester had been broken and they'd been told that the death of the weapon would mean the death of the hunter.

"Are you sure?" It was a silly question, of course she'd be sure about something like this. "Oh, Nevada." Sherry didn't know what to do...but she did know leaving her friend sitting there like that was NOT the thing to do. "I'm so sorry," she said, reaching out to pull the girl into a hug. Sherry was selfish like that, taking hugs.

Sherry looked to Jake, wondering if he had any suggestions.

"It's such a shock..." She started to mock, "Such a shock, you and your weapons that don't break. They weren't killed, they didn't break and take you away, the core away." She didn't want hugs....

Her arms wrapped around Sherry.

"You guys are still hunters, You guys are safe. You won't die...." Nevada looked over at Jake, "He's dead. I don't hear his voice, I have his stone tablet, I don't have anything."

She closed her eyes and tried to say it more clearly.

"I am Dying." She said, "Because my weapon doesn't have a bond to me. That is why I can't go to the infirmary, that is why I can't be a hunter, this is why. These things are why."

"You're lying."
Something in her voice told him she wasn't, but he refused to accept the facts. Just how many had died before? None of the deaths mattered to him. He kept his distance, kept ties loose, and it made everything just a bit easier when you barely knew their name or face. Just another body. A soldier. A nobody. Disposable. But this was Nevada, the girl who always pestered him no matter how much he made it quite clear he wanted nothing to do with her. The one who always seemed to appear when he least wanted her to. The one who listened to his problems, who always wanted to help, who made sure he tried to patch things up with Sherry, and it was thanks to her that he was able to fix that bond. She had helped her so much when he hadn't even asked for it, but he... when she needed help, what could he do? When he wanted tell her the good news, why did it have to be the last time he would tell her anything? WHY?

"You... can't be dying. You can't. How... how can this happen... you..."
He grit his teeth, clenching his fists in anger as he glared at the dying girl.
"I refuse to accept this. What the HELL Nevada, what the hell happened? Sherry and I finally... this... I can't accept this. There has to be SOMETHING we can do."

Sherry was feeling confused in her own way, and rather helpless. The need to offer comfort to her friend clung to her and held her in place, but the lack of being able to fix it hurt and made her want to run. Jake, it seemed to Sherry, was feeling much the same, and expressing his frustrations in anger. She would have told him to hush, but Nevada was responding to it.

"No, you won't go." And she wasn't one of the worst on the island, even if she was obviously lost.



I've died, Sherry told her weapon. Nevada couldn't be dying, could she? Like Jake said, she was still alive now. Nevada wasn't dead, and Sherry... couldn't imagine her actually dying. Jake was right, Nevada was wrong, she'd be fine.



But Nevada wasn't dead now, not yet. Sherry's eyes stung and she told herself not to cry.

"You won't go. You'll come with us, and we'll...we'll do something about this." Sherry patted the girl's arm. Or they could stay right there, Sherry was flexible about where they were, as long she knew where Nevada was.