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“You’ll never know the difference, luv. Or maybe you’d prefer to be feeling this as I sew you up? We can sit here and compare the length of our pain all day, but unless you stop being cryptic and give me some truth, little sister, you’ll never know if physical or emotional pain hurts more.” Summer didn’t look up into the other girl’s face, watching her hands move across the bloody skin.

She hissed, her ego starting to show up more and more, ”You think I care, I dug a bullet out my fucking ribs, I don’t care, I have been shot stabbed thrown from windows, I don’t care, I have been lied to, abused, raped, and cheated, I don’t fucking care, if I feel like being cryptic guess what I will, I call you ‘sister’ out of respect, but don’t think I won’t take that back and start calling you whiny bitch instead.” She said, her teeth bared.

Pressing a bandage firmly over the few stitches, Summer rinsed her hands and folded her arms while Deva ranted. “Is it that frightening, that someone cares about you, wants to know you’re well? Loki’s daughter?” She watched, head tipped to one side. “That bad that someone can see into you?”

Very softly, she added, “Why does it frighten you that I care?”

“It doesn’t frighten me,” She said inhaling, ”It annoys me, so many say they care and yet none are present. You try and make it seem like you are sincere with being able to see into me, I only see it as teasing, as rubbing in my face that I’m readable. It pisses me off to the extremely and really makes me want to either kill you or break you.” She said fixing her suit and getting off the counter, ”I don’t need you to care for me, I never asked you to.”

Summer spread her arms wide. “Break me, then. Take back what you need. Just remember this: /you/ chose to name me as a sister, without considering what that might mean. /This/ is what it means. That I care, and will care, and won’t ever stop caring. I’ll pick you up when you ask, and let you fall when you need, and carry every burden I can for you.”

Always the broken ones, she thought.

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“I’m not stupid, you know. There’s a lot buried under there.” She flicked Adeva’s nose. “And I’m older than you, so quit with the little sister bit, chiya. Ease up, I can hear your heart screaming in panic. You’re going to make this harder.” Gritting her teeth and trying not to gag too much, she poked at the wound. “Is the bullet still in there? Because if it is, I’m gonna need some help.”

She rolled her eye, ”Mentally I’m older ass,” She said shifting slightly to look at her ribs, ”This is why I normally do this by myself,” She muttered pouring the alcohol on her finger before jamming it in her ribs, biting her lip to keep back the scream. Finally hooking it with her nail she pulled it out and dropped it in the sink, ”Mother fucker.” She said as she started bleeding more.

Lighting a cigarette and putting it in her mouth she inhaled, ”Just stitch me up and we will talk.”

“I ought to just crack you over the head. Mentally older, my blue and purple ass. You go rummaging about in people’s emotions and see how old you get.” Summer muttered, shoving the gauze pad against the hole as fast as she could. “I had tweezers, you know,” she added, a little more loudly.

“Hold that.” turning back to the kit, she dug a little more, until she came up with the needle and sutures. “And be grateful I know how to sew.” Without waiting for any kind of response, she deepened the painblock and started pulling the skin back together.

She rolled her eyes as she exhaled the smoke, ”Ya make me want to punch you in the face, you don’t know what I have been through and yet you already act as though it was rougher for you. Don’t sit there and complain about going through people’s emotions, and I will tell you only once, stay out of mine or I will kill you.” She said, her face devoid of emotion.

“You’ll never know the difference, luv. Or maybe you’d prefer to be feeling this as I sew you up? We can sit here and compare the length of our pain all day, but unless you stop being cryptic and give me some truth, little sister, you’ll never know if physical or emotional pain hurts more.” Summer didn’t look up into the other girl’s face, watching her hands move across the bloody skin.

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Summer pulled away and rummaged through the first aid kit. “No, I want you talking while I do this, so I can tell if you’re sliding away from me or not. I’m not exactly trained in this, you know. Show me, and start telling.” Alcohol wipe, gauze pad, ace bandage … 

Her eye twitched slightly, ”I don’t know I should be worried about a bullet wound or your nursing skills,” She muttered taking a drink and shaking slightly, ”What is there really to tell, I was an orphan who became a stripper, who became a mercenary who now has a little sister who is terrifying her because she is gonna stitch me up,” She said giving Summer a bored expression.

“I’m not stupid, you know. There’s a lot buried under there.” She flicked Adeva’s nose. “And I’m older than you, so quit with the little sister bit, chiya. Ease up, I can hear your heart screaming in panic. You’re going to make this harder.” Gritting her teeth and trying not to gag too much, she poked at the wound. “Is the bullet still in there? Because if it is, I’m gonna need some help.”

She rolled her eye, ”Mentally I’m older ass,” She said shifting slightly to look at her ribs, ”This is why I normally do this by myself,” She muttered pouring the alcohol on her finger before jamming it in her ribs, biting her lip to keep back the scream. Finally hooking it with her nail she pulled it out and dropped it in the sink, ”Mother fucker.” She said as she started bleeding more.

Lighting a cigarette and putting it in her mouth she inhaled, ”Just stitch me up and we will talk.”

“I ought to just crack you over the head. Mentally older, my blue and purple ass. You go rummaging about in people’s emotions and see how old you get.” Summer muttered, shoving the gauze pad against the hole as fast as she could. “I had tweezers, you know,” she added, a little more loudly.

“Hold that.” turning back to the kit, she dug a little more, until she came up with the needle and sutures. “And be grateful I know how to sew.” Without waiting for any kind of response, she deepened the painblock and started pulling the skin back together.

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She couldn’t control the snarl that passed from her lips, ”As you can see I wear revealing clothing, a majority of my targets are men, and I use that to my advantage,” She replied drinking some more, looking up at the ceiling, sadness taking over her.

“Hey, don’t snarl at me.” Summer hugged Deva. “I might be able to help more if you could tell me from the beginning what’s going on. You ought to have at least one person you can trust.”

She put her hand on top of Summer’s head, ”Let’s leave if for a time where I am not bleeding on the counter, sweet face.”

Summer pulled away and rummaged through the first aid kit. “No, I want you talking while I do this, so I can tell if you’re sliding away from me or not. I’m not exactly trained in this, you know. Show me, and start telling.” Alcohol wipe, gauze pad, ace bandage … 

Her eye twitched slightly, ”I don’t know I should be worried about a bullet wound or your nursing skills,” She muttered taking a drink and shaking slightly, ”What is there really to tell, I was an orphan who became a stripper, who became a mercenary who now has a little sister who is terrifying her because she is gonna stitch me up,” She said giving Summer a bored expression.

“I’m not stupid, you know. There’s a lot buried under there.” She flicked Adeva’s nose. “And I’m older than you, so quit with the little sister bit, chiya. Ease up, I can hear your heart screaming in panic. You’re going to make this harder.” Gritting her teeth and trying not to gag too much, she poked at the wound. “Is the bullet still in there? Because if it is, I’m gonna need some help.”

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She jumped up the fire escape and walked inside, not paying Summer much attention as she hopped up onto the counter, her right arm hanging limply at her side, the cigarette in her mouth nearly gone. She just was not having a great day, and to top it off she was missing people, which just fucked with her head while on missions. Turning slightly she watched Summer with a blank stare.

“Show me where you’re hurt. And pick one of those bottles,” Summer ordered. “I can suppress the pain, but I’m not holding that on you for long; it’s bad for the reflexes.” Putting a hand on the dislocated shoulder, she closed her eyes, frowning her way through the pan and tensed muscles. “Explain to me why you’re doing this again?”

She reached over and grabbed the bottle of gin, quickly getting rid of the top and taking a long drink. ”Because I can’t do anything else. I am good at killing things and good at being a shadow, nothing more.” She said looking at her arm and sighing.

“We’ll have to work on that, then. Hold still!” Summer pushed Deva back against the cabinets and jerked the right arm forward quickly. There was a satisfying pop as the bone resocketed. “What about armour?”

She couldn’t control the snarl that passed from her lips, ”As you can see I wear revealing clothing, a majority of my targets are men, and I use that to my advantage,” She replied drinking some more, looking up at the ceiling, sadness taking over her.

“Hey, don’t snarl at me.” Summer hugged Deva. “I might be able to help more if you could tell me from the beginning what’s going on. You ought to have at least one person you can trust.”

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Today was not one of Marie’s better nights. Letting the things on her mind cloud her judgement, resulting in her getting shot in the ribs and a dislocated shoulder. She groaned around her cigarette as she walked down the alleyway.

A groan accompanied the sense of Deva’s presence below. “Hey!” Summer called down, and then she processed the edge of pain on the frustration. “Well, hell,” she grumbled, untangling herself and going back inside the flat. Rummaging in the liquor cabinet, she set out a few bottles, then dragged out the big first aid kit.

She jumped up the fire escape and walked inside, not paying Summer much attention as she hopped up onto the counter, her right arm hanging limply at her side, the cigarette in her mouth nearly gone. She just was not having a great day, and to top it off she was missing people, which just fucked with her head while on missions. Turning slightly she watched Summer with a blank stare.

“Show me where you’re hurt. And pick one of those bottles,” Summer ordered. “I can suppress the pain, but I’m not holding that on you for long; it’s bad for the reflexes.” Putting a hand on the dislocated shoulder, she closed her eyes, frowning her way through the pan and tensed muscles. “Explain to me why you’re doing this again?”

She reached over and grabbed the bottle of gin, quickly getting rid of the top and taking a long drink. ”Because I can’t do anything else. I am good at killing things and good at being a shadow, nothing more.” She said looking at her arm and sighing.

“We’ll have to work on that, then. Hold still!” Summer pushed Deva back against the cabinets and jerked the right arm forward quickly. There was a satisfying pop as the bone resocketed. “What about armour?”

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Today was not one of Marie’s better nights. Letting the things on her mind cloud her judgement, resulting in her getting shot in the ribs and a dislocated shoulder. She groaned around her cigarette as she walked down the alleyway.

A groan accompanied the sense of Deva’s presence below. “Hey!” Summer called down, and then she processed the edge of pain on the frustration. “Well, hell,” she grumbled, untangling herself and going back inside the flat. Rummaging in the liquor cabinet, she set out a few bottles, then dragged out the big first aid kit.

She jumped up the fire escape and walked inside, not paying Summer much attention as she hopped up onto the counter, her right arm hanging limply at her side, the cigarette in her mouth nearly gone. She just was not having a great day, and to top it off she was missing people, which just fucked with her head while on missions. Turning slightly she watched Summer with a blank stare.

“Show me where you’re hurt. And pick one of those bottles,” Summer ordered. “I can suppress the pain, but I’m not holding that on you for long; it’s bad for the reflexes.” Putting a hand on the dislocated shoulder, she closed her eyes, frowning her way through the pan and tensed muscles. “Explain to me why you’re doing this again?”

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Today was not one of Marie’s better nights. Letting the things on her mind cloud her judgement, resulting in her getting shot in the ribs and a dislocated shoulder. She groaned around her cigarette as she walked down the alleyway.

A groan accompanied the sense of Deva’s presence below. “Hey!” Summer called down, and then she processed the edge of pain on the frustration. “Well, hell,” she grumbled, untangling herself and going back inside the flat. Rummaging in the liquor cabinet, she set out a few bottles, then dragged out the big first aid kit.