“I’d seriously contemplate it, yeah.” The corners of her mouth turn up to form a familiar grin that he is no doubt used to by now. In truth, if there was alcohol in it–and putting aside it wouldn’t really be sensible with the condition he is in–she would share the damn coffee with him. “We will never know though, seeing how it’s just plain old coffee–if it can be called that because those machines are freakin’ crap.” Amber looks over at him and shrugs. “Anything hot and wet is probably good for you though at the moment while you’re stuck in that bed though, huh?” She realises the words spoken and smirks. “I was actually referring to the drink and nothing else.”
She’s actually quite glad that she has taken a seat on the bed beside him, because she feels a little light-headed. It’s nothing too serious, but when stress, worry and concern are the only things which course through your entire body–the relief that comes when it dissipates, it can do something physical, almost draining.
“I’m just tired…once I get some food down me and some sleep, my healing will kick in better.” She looks at him and gives a lazy lop-sided smile. Having her head stomped on really doesn’t help matters and it was only days earlier that she had her head slammed into a wall by an asshole vampire.
She closes her eyes momentarily as he touches her bruised face. It’s tender as hell, but at the same time it does offer some comfort as well, so she gives him a soft look as she opens her eyes.
“I know I would’ve healed faster without using my mojo on you as you call it…but we are both here, right?–and I’d sooner have us both around than just me–so I don’t freakin’ regret it one bit.” Besides, his injuries have to heal too and with being human, they’ll take longer than hers.
It does raise a smile though when he speaks about his car. She can totally appreciate the fact he thinks so much about it. It’s definitely been a pleasure to drive, even through the dire circumstances which cropped up to have her behind the steering wheel.
“Six months?..shit…that’s a long while.”
Yet she can still understand him doing so. Amber is pretty sure she would spend most of her time in a car if she legally owned one. To her it would beat paying for a motel room to sleep as well and certainly better than the woods. Now the young wolf does like wandering the woods at night sometimes, but sleeping there like she does a few times, it’s not ideal.
She catches on to his reference of the car and her nickname too and there’s an urge to nudge him playfully, but luckily she stops herself at the last second as she remembers he might be a little ‘delicate’ right now.
“Hell yes…she is far better than most of the motels I get to stay in–funnily enough it’s quieter as well because the rooms next door sometimes, I swear they are having fuckin’ gangbangs or something.” Amber knows with the type of motels she pays for, it’s more likely to be hookers using the rooms for ‘business’.
Looking down at her wrist, she sees the candy watch that some kid gave her whilst she was trying to find out the room Jace was in. She wasn’t going to take it, but the boy was clearly eyeing the small pin badge on her jacket–so they did an exchange.
–so she bites it between her teeth and pulls of a couple of candy rings–links–whatever the hell they are.
Chomping on them, she notices his expression change and raises a brow at him.
“I didn’t think you would blame me, Jace…I know you aint the kind…and I know you know I tried…just meant it doesn’t mean I didn’t fuck up.”
Letting out a sigh and tilting her head slightly as she looks at him, Amber nods.
“You’re right though…as long as things turn out fine…then we both did okay…..though I gotta ask…didn’t they question where I’d sewn you up?”
She isn’t the type to continue with showing her worry and explaining the extent of how scared she was–but Amber still remembers all the blood and realises what a close shave it was with the whole shifting into her wolf form too. That is one thing which she really daren’t think about–not the consequences if they would have been too late anyway.
“ Yes we are still here…and I’m glad…real freakin’ glad…” Her expression softens as she smiles. “You did promise…though I gotta say–that’s one I would’ve forgiven you for if you weren’t able to keep it…yet I wasn’t gonna tell you that at the time.” Tapping her finger on the top of his hand, one place she thinks she can find that’s not too sensitive and aching, she continues. “One hell of a promise though, huh….”
She’s perked up a lot more since being in his company and is just about to talk when he starts moving position.
Her brow furrows and she sighs, realising a split second before he speaks, what he is going to say, but she waits anyway until he has finished some of it.
“Fine, okay…just don’t go fuckin’ moving like that..you might bust a stitch or some shit.”
It’s not like she is going to argue with him, though Amber knows herself well enough to know she will probably still leave and go there tonight to clear up the mess. He doesn’t have to worry about that right now though.
Then he follows it with something else that kind of makes it difficult not to agree and so she inhales and takes a deep breath.
“Alright…I won’t go alone..I promise…see…my turn to promise you now….but Tris?…aint seen him for a bit and I aint even sure he damn well likes me…gonna be awkward going there as well if he doesn’t know what I am…” She keeps her gaze on Jace and cocks a brow. “Does he know what I am?”
considering he’s the one in the hospital with a few holes punched through him... jace somehow feels as though he’s the one doing better right now. sure he’s cold and sore and it’s going to take a while to recover. but at least he’s in a bed and... there might be food at some point... even if amber was the one who’d had to bring him coffee... but amber? he’s not so sure she’s doing so well. the huts just keep on coming... and there’s only so many you can take before the chips around the edges turn into deeper cracks.
he’s a little slow off the mark with the joke and it does take him a fraction longer to catch on to what she’s saying. usually he’d be the one making the wise cracks, the innuendo... but when his brain does finally catch up, he gives a soft snort.
“y’never know - i play my cards right... someone might still turn up in a nurses outfit... not any actual nurses though, they seem pretty thin on the ground. ain’t seen one since...”
since he came round to a barrage of questions and things being shone in his eyes, things being poked and stabbed with damn needles... ugh.
“...well for a while. besides, i think they’re a bit too mean to be swayed by my stunning good looks and obvious charms.”
now he’s the one who’s teasing. but he is -- worried. still.
“just make sure you do. if you need something for eats - check the trunk. there’s an emergency stash tucked inside the .44 guncase. and - don’t worry, it wasn’t gotten by any legitimate means - pool hustling - remember?”
she might feel a little better about accepting the help if she knew that the cash was earned through a drunken game... in fact, a few drunken games... there was about a grand - enough to see someone through the sharp end of a dry spell. there’s a small ‘hm’ as she talks about not regretting using her mojo. he doesn’t regret her not regretting it either - but he hopes that the delay to her own healing, that the hit she’s taken on his behalf - isn’t too bad.
“six months in the company of a beautiful lady? weren’t no hardship. no roaches. no slightly concerning stains on the bedsheets. no watermarks on the ceiling. no -- gangbangs from adjacent rooms... bliss.”
he watches as she chews on... something. not exactly familiar with candy bracelets. it doesn’t look wholly nutritious. and in so far as jace tends to fill his own body with vast amounts of crap, even the ‘crap’ tends to have at least more than pure sugar...
“and when i say ‘eats’ i mean... actual food - pizza. burger. rack of ribs in barbecue sauce. not... what the hell is that anyway?”
oh, hell yeah, they’d asked him questions. a lot of questions. bonus of being severely wounded was that - once he’d vaguely got a hold on his brain, that he could lie through his teeth, and actually had sounded reasonably convincing.
“yep. told em i must’ve tried to do it myself before they got there but i couldn’t really remember. bonus of blood loss, transient global amnesia – it’s totally a thing. a thing i don’t have, by the way - but it’s down on the chart.”
one finger points to the little clipboard dangling at the end of the bed. various scribbles. doseage of drugs. general monitoring... blah blah -- they’d asked about the bullet holes. he’d put it down to -- home invasion gone wrong. but it also explained the mess - signs of blood smeared all over the kitchen, up to the front door. a struggle of victim under -- terrible circumstances. as for the perpetrators? he has no idea. they must have made a run for it after they shot him... panicked and fled... or - something like that. and for once, jace has some legitimacy behind the claim. he’s living there with his brother while they make repairs to the old place - the mass of tools and paint and plaster around the house was testament enough - that, and he has a signed tenancy... so...
he does go slightly crosseyed though, following her finger as it taps on his forehead.
“don’t make my promises lightly, sparky.”
yes, he could lie through his teeth when the occasion called for it, but when it came down to something meaningful, something real... something -- important... lies are the furthest thing from his tongue. he’s not entirely sure he believes in the concept of honour, or chivalry or... any of those old fashioned traits. but he does believe in honesty - especially with those he cares about.
“i’m fine... i’m fine...”
he does arch a brow though - jace hadn’t really... talked... to tristan much since they’d gotten to this town. his brother had been pretty much awol... and after what had happened between them, jace doesn’t exactly blame him for needing a bit of breathing space.
“i’m not entirely sure he likes me either.”
at least that’s honest. but whatever bad feelings tristan might be harboring for jace, he knows his brother well enough ( he thinks ) to know that he wouldn’t turn his back on someone who needed help...
“they were after you in the first place, sparky. and i’d rather you didn’t go strolling right back in their front door -- if -- there are any left alive. truth is, i don’t know... was kinda in a hurry to get out of there. but -- no -- i ain’t told him. ain’t really my secret to tell, y’know?”
“even if you can’t find him -- find... someone. take blue -- if you can persuade him. or even the ice queen witch bitch. just... come see me. so i know you’re...”
okay. safe. alive. -- all of the above.
“...just come see me after? now -- what do you say to tryin’ to find somethin’ on this shitty ass tv... and just, lettin’ the world take care of itself for the next hour or so, huh?”
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