“Well fuckin excuse me for being shot. Next time I’ll just let your skinny ass be tha one ta be shot,” She growled as she was deposited onto the couch. She made a low noise of pain, the bullet lodged in her shoulder preventing her body from beginning to heal and stop the bleeding. Damn it.
“While yer in there, get something ta pack tha wound, yeah?” she prompted, her voice gravelly from pain and irritation. She watched the door with a feral expression like the predator she was, her lips twisted into a snarl of both anger and pain.
She would be damned if they would be trapped in this fucking place. If she had to burn the entire place to the ground to get out, she would.
Pulling out the package from the safe, Syx moved to kneel by her again, “Shit… that doesn’t look good.”
Scampering over to the Warden’s desk he fished out the first aid kit he knew Daddy kept there. Same place it had always been since he was little. It was hard… not to get lost in nostalgia as long ago as it had been since he’d been in here last.
Returning to Lyn, Syx pulled out the gauze and started handing things to her, “This had best do until we’re out,” with that, he fiddled with the devise and in a moment a fuzzy blur covered his form, “It was my first prototype for invisibility. It’s shit up close but it’s good at a distance. Come on.”
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