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sixwordstories2017-03-11 01:45 pm
sixthehardway) wrote in sixwordstories2017-03-11 01:45 pm
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Only really hurts when I breathe.
Ain't like me ta hurt either. Not fer long anyway.
Non. It isn't.
Somethin' we should worry 'bout then?
Somethin' we should worry 'bout then?
[He looks up with a heavy sigh.] Got shot, I think.
You'll wrinkle that ugly mug o' yers worryin'. M'sure I'm fine. Phantom pain or somethin'.
Phantom pain? Somethin' must be real wrong if you start usin' lines Deadpool would use.
Shot? I don't understand-- [That sort of thing never hurt him before. Unless... Without asking, Oni rips open his plaid shirt, eyes drawn to a slowly spreading red stain.] Oh, Jesus. What happened to your healing factor, cher?
Guess that guy would actually understand what I'm gettin' at. Which is weird to say.
What's weird is you think Wade understands anythin'.
[He looks a little surprised by her reaction. Looking down he shakes his head.] Think maybe somethin's still in there. Sometimes it doesn't all come back out on it's own.
You mean th'bullet is lodged in your... Oh, god. [That was even worse. How the hell was he supposed to dig out the shrapnel before his healing factor kicked in?] You need a doctor, darlin'. I can check if Anika's gone back t'Boston yet.
When I see th' distinction from him, I'll be sure t'admit you told me so.
If I have t'admit it, you will be sure he's gonna hear bout it, homme.
Now. You got cancer or is it somethin else?
Now. You got cancer or is it somethin else?
Well... It might be contagious an some of us don't got a healing factor.
[A growl.] Pansy?
Merde. Go sit down, and take your shirt off. [In the meanwhile, Oni rummaged through some cabinets. She came back with tweezers, bandages, and a roll of gauze. And two bottles.] Ogre whiskey. Turpentine.
Take a shot of each. We've got t'slow your healin' down just long enough for me t'dig this sumbitch out.
Merde. Go sit down, and take your shirt off. [In the meanwhile, Oni rummaged through some cabinets. She came back with tweezers, bandages, and a roll of gauze. And two bottles.] Ogre whiskey. Turpentine.
Take a shot of each. We've got t'slow your healin' down just long enough for me t'dig this sumbitch out.
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