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[potentite]

Me either! Completely free.

[splinten]

Uh, then... Now?

[potentite]

O—Okay, yes, certainly.

[Shit he wants to run now. The whole reason he wanted Dirk to pick was so he couldn't run from it, so he couldn't put it off, but it turns out his instinct to run comes anyway.]

[splinten]

Um. Are you sure?

[He doesn't look sure.]

[potentite]

[He nods quickly.] Yes, it's fine.

[splinten]

[A pause.]

We're dead ends, huh. That ain't the point, I know. But it's what we are.

[potentite]

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

Well, I can't say for sure, um, especially for you but I am pretty sure I was a goner. Certainly felt like dying.

[splinten]

I'm sorry I failed you.

You're not hurt now, are you?

[potentite]

You didn't fail me. But, um...

[He shifts a bit. God, he doesn't want to worry Dirk. Dirk shouldn't have to worry over him.]

I'm mostly fine!

[splinten]

What's wrong? [He pushes himself to his feet.] Where are you hurt?

[potentite]

[Jake, however, just glances away and clears his throat, staying seated.]

It's all right. It should be fine. We don't know what happened to you back there, so um, you should probably take a load off for a bit longer.

[splinten]

Jake, it's not fine, you're hurt.

[potentite]

[Guilty, he sighs before standing. Now that he isn't trying to hide it, his movements are slower.]

If I show you will you feel better?

[splinten]

I'll feel better when we get you medical help.

[potentite]

Well of course I already patched it up. I'd probably be slipping in blood if I hadn't.

[Helpful.]

[splinten]

Jake!

[potentite]

[Fuck.]

It's not as bad now! I suck at comfort.

[splinten]

Let me see.

[potentite]

I have to undress a bit for that so can we at least go somewhere else?

[splinten]

Yeah.

[Wait. Shit.]

Uh, if you're comfortable with that.

[potentite]

[Despite everything, it gets a small smile.]

Just lead the way, Strider.

[splinten]

[Dirk picks the nearest quarters and the nearest empty room. He pushes it open, letting Jake in with Dirk only following after, and then he shuts the door.]

I can turn around if you need.

[potentite]

[Somewhat embarrassed, he mumbles:] It's fine. Nothing too new for you.

[Jake undoes the buttons on the overalls and shrugs them open enough to show that he's bandaged up his entire stomach with a thick layer of gauze with a dark red stain over where Dirk might recall the sword had been.]

I— um, you know. Did the best I could. Took a bit of scavenging to even find a kit. Doesn't look like there's a lot of them around.

[splinten]

[His chest goes tight. It takes everything he has not to run over to Jake.]

Fuck. Fuck. We need to find a—Life player, a healer. Whatever. Fuck.

[potentite]

[Fuck. He knew it would worry him. Shit.] It's not fatal, promise. Anyway there were some medication in there too so...

[So he is properly drugged up and thus totally fine.]