Christmas one shot for @mudd-art
TW: [Sevika & Silco], [fluff-ish], [business relationship (sort of)], [medical issues], [pain resulting from a medical issue], [medical devices]
[This is my little present for my friend Mudd for the Secret Santa 2023]
Synopsis:
Sevika returns to the Last Drop, enters Silcos office to encounter a rare scenery…
Silent Visitor
Sevika left the Drop just as she arrived, no one daring to get in her way. Better for them to think she got chewed out; The Eye of Zaun never sleeps, and she won't Sevika stomps back to the Last Drop. A fitting name since the previous job nearly cost Servika her last NERVE. Finn - not only does he stand in between Silco and his plans, but also between her and the end of her shift, between her and her last fucking cigarette!!
Almost enraged, she stomped back to Last Drop, smoking the last cigarette in her pack. Her mood is as muddy as the Undercity roads.
She could hear Silco’s temper tantrum about the shipment and Finn's involvement already.
“How could this happen?” “How could this cretin have his fingers in this operation?” “Why weren’t you on top of this BEFORE IT HAPPENED??”
White smoke left her lips. It’s of no use… she would have to take the beating and move on… but it still stings in her back.
She enters the Last Drop, shortly nods to some employees, and stomps her way up to Silco’s office. She knocks shortly and enters without waiting for an answer. The room was rather dark and instinctively her eyes searched for the little orange glow of Silcos damaged eye.
Her gaze wandered from the door to his private bedroom to her right, over the glass window behind his desk, until they reached the couch to her left.
At first, she didn’t see him in the darkness of his office, but then she saw the small orange light to her left. There he was, slumped on his couch - whiskey glass in his hand. His cravat was lying to his right side, vest wide open, with the top of his shirt unbuttoned.
But another thing caught Servika’s attention: the contraption that was next to the cravat… the syringe-like injector for his shimmer injection.
Usually, Jinx helps Silco with his injection, but judging by how this whole scene looks, Silco had to do it alone. It was obvious to her by the way everything was distributed on the couch.
It's an often enough situation for her to recognize the signs of his struggle. From the half-empty liquor bottle to his crumpled nap on the couch. Always so put together, she hardly recognized the man sleeping on the couch. His vest was undone, cravat discarded; even the top of his shirt lay open.
Sevika had known Silco for a while now. He never said it to her, but she knew the injection has gotten harder and harder for him since the river toxins slowly but steadily destroy his nerves, and without the injection, he couldn’t even hold a pen without shaking like a leaf.
Contrary to popular belief Sevika pities him. Sure she lost an arm but her post-injury struggles aren’t getting worse, Silco now lived for years with them. Hard to imagine how this guy keeps going despite it all.
With a silent sigh, Sevika picks up his injector and the glass from his hand and puts both items on his desk. Then she pulls a blanket from a small storage container in the corner of the room and pulls it over Silco’s body. With a not very graceful maneuver she managed to lay one of the cushions behind Silco's neck and lay him back against the couch.
The last part is a necessity, not a kindness.
The better the man sleeps, the less of a pain in the ass he is to her and everyone around him."
Soon after he starts to snore - finally slipping into his deep sleep.
Sevika stayed for a little while to make sure everything was ok before exiting the room. Tomorrow morning she will pay Jinx an unpleasant visit…
Leaving Silco with the injection task... unbelievable.
Sevika left the Drop just as she arrived, no one daring to get in her way. Better for them to think she got chewed out; The Eye of Zaun never sleeps, and she won't say any different.… and it was better like that.