“hey, clarabelle,” jesse drawls as he limps into the med bay and settles himself heavy against the wall. he’s holding his whole body weight up against the doorframe with his robotic hand, near driving divots into the metal of the frame with how tight his fist is clenched. his whole body is aching something awful. “ange around? found myself up shit creek earlier, and let’s just say i couldn’t fashion myself a paddle in time. got a little roughed up,” he smiles weakly at her, “ain’t as spry and sprightly as i used to be. you mind lookin’ at this sorry mug for a while, if i sit and wait for the doc?”
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