06-30-2017, 01:26 PM
The duo had once again become a trio, and as much as I hate to say it, Blueberry's arrival was welcome. Neither myself nor Archer had much life left in us, both figuratively and literally, and her health and energy was kinda infectious. Even Archer seemed to be picking up the pace as they moved through the city streets, in spite of his bum leg. And, even better, we'd been alerted to a drop zone nearby that would provide us with some much needed medical attention. We hadn't needed any more provocation than that to get our asses moving. With any luck, we'll be able to swipe it and leave before anyone else could contest us for it.
We'd done what we could while we were in the bunker in the mountains, but a few bandages and a splint weren't gonna do a whole lot with damage this severe. My mangled hand was wrapped up so heavily that it was practically just a ball on the end of my arm. It'd be useless if we ran into any trouble. We'd braced Archer's knee as best we could, but the supplies that had been left in the Safehouse were meager at best. I guess it was better than nothing, but not by much. We definitely needed to get a-hold of some real treatment or neither myself nor Archer would make it through another scuffle.
Even with all the good news, I was still in a piss-poor mood. Sure, it had improved enough that I was cursing and being my smarmy self again, but kinda hard to be happy when your body's been run through a blender. Archer, on the other hand, seems to be dealing with things a lot better. I try to match my companions' mood, but it's not easy. Keeping up with their pace was a lot easier as we continued on towards our goal.
We'd done what we could while we were in the bunker in the mountains, but a few bandages and a splint weren't gonna do a whole lot with damage this severe. My mangled hand was wrapped up so heavily that it was practically just a ball on the end of my arm. It'd be useless if we ran into any trouble. We'd braced Archer's knee as best we could, but the supplies that had been left in the Safehouse were meager at best. I guess it was better than nothing, but not by much. We definitely needed to get a-hold of some real treatment or neither myself nor Archer would make it through another scuffle.
Even with all the good news, I was still in a piss-poor mood. Sure, it had improved enough that I was cursing and being my smarmy self again, but kinda hard to be happy when your body's been run through a blender. Archer, on the other hand, seems to be dealing with things a lot better. I try to match my companions' mood, but it's not easy. Keeping up with their pace was a lot easier as we continued on towards our goal.
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