* @hammurabicomplex / cont. from x
head still spinning and eyes struggling to focus on her face as she helps him sit up, it takes him a second or two to process her answer. when he does, though, his heart sinks. the comment about the possible concussion goes largely ignored.
“ what ? shit ! i am so dead. ”
he’d already gotten busted by the cops a little while back, and now he’s been mugged. at some point, he’s just going to become a liability. when they can sell, it’s good money, and he’d really rather not be cut out of the operation. one palm pressed to his temple in a futile attempt to soothe the throbbing ache in his skull, badger stares as far down the street as he can see, as though he’d somehow be able to catch a glimpse of whoever had jumped him -- ten minutes ago, apparently.
“ you, uh, didn’t happen to see who it was, did you ? like, maybe you could tell me what they looked like ? ”