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− | I double-timed the stairs to the upper deck. I didn’t stop until I had the door to my quarters locked between me and the bastard | + | I double-timed the stairs to the upper deck. I didn’t stop until I had the door to my quarters locked between me and the bastard in the hold. I wasn’t entirely rational where it concerned the man, I knew that, but nothing my head could say would convince my gut otherwise: the man was a letch. Doctor or not, there was no way in hell I was getting anywhere near nude with him. |
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He was right, however. Vest or not, a gut shot isn’t something to leave unexamined. I frowned at the hole the bullet had made through my coveralls and my shirt and removed the mesh to eye the flesh beneath. The bullet was from a six-shooter, nothing big, but bruise it left was larger than one would think. I took a deep breath to check my insides. ''Nothing broken. Good.'' One night’s sleep would take care of the worst of it. I’d be sore the next few days, but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t worked through before. I donned my vest and got dressed, and left to tell Nika that the Captain was ready for burial. | He was right, however. Vest or not, a gut shot isn’t something to leave unexamined. I frowned at the hole the bullet had made through my coveralls and my shirt and removed the mesh to eye the flesh beneath. The bullet was from a six-shooter, nothing big, but bruise it left was larger than one would think. I took a deep breath to check my insides. ''Nothing broken. Good.'' One night’s sleep would take care of the worst of it. I’d be sore the next few days, but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t worked through before. I donned my vest and got dressed, and left to tell Nika that the Captain was ready for burial. |