Burns | jiae
It’s a stupid move, really, and he should have seen his mistake, but the truth is he was thinking about Antario too much. And what he gets in return is, of course, an injury. That’s all the thought of the woman seems to bring him anymore - pain. For some reason it turns him bitter, a sneer appearing on his face, which clears away almost as quickly as it appears. Antario has been there for him ever since the start. He doesn’t know where he would have ended up if not for her taking him in. Dead, probably, killed by the rest of the smugglers who had no use for a six year old boy. Still, he wishes she would stop making his life so miserable now. Not that there is anything much she can do about that, the only reason he’s hurting is because she died, after all. Valiantly, in battle, as she would have wanted to go, but that still doesn’t make the entire ordeal any easier for him.
Apparently the sadness he feels over her loss has now wriggled itself into every part of his life, even going as far as to make him bad at his work. And if there is something Jackson values more than Antario, it’s his work. Fixing things is what he does, tinkering with them, fumbling with them, doing whatever it takes to fix or improve something. So that he managed to jab his tool into the wrong part and cause a small short circuiting in the machine, that is something almost unimaginable. Especially because he has been working with these kind of speed boosters for as long as he can remember, so he knows their workings inside out. If only he had been paying attention, he would have seen how wrong his next move was going.
But alas, he hadn’t been paying attention, and so here he is, on his way to the med bay because of the burn he has sustained by his own failure. A small electric charge has rushed out of the machine and scorched the side of his hand. Not all too badly, he isn’t suffering from first degree burns, but he definitely needs some sort of ointment and a bandage wrap? He’s not quite sure exactly how to treat burn wounds - he’s hardly ever sustained any after all - but he presumes that’s exactly what the people in the med bay are supposed to know.
So he strides inside, coming to a halt two steps in and looking around to see where exactly he’s supposed to announce his presence. When he finds no exact way to go about this, Jackson just looks for the least busy looking person and heads over to them. “I need this treated,” is how he so very eloquently explains his problem, shoving his injured hand almost in the woman’s face so she would understand what he’s talking about. “Quickly so I can get back to work.” He hears Antario say something about politeness in his memory, so he clenches his teeth for a short moment before adding: “Please.”
