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[rigthegames]

The room is smaller and barer than Mal’s, shards of glass and a broken frame gathering dust on the floor.

Sands nudges the door open further, and leaves it swinging on the hinges as he crosses the room, kicking the glass to the edges, and ducks through another door in the corner.

There comes the sound of running water, so presumably it’s the

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She walks in, slowly, looking around, head slightly on one side. Crosses to the frame and glass, moving without really paying attention, uses her foot to sweep them into a pile.

Twists her head as she hears him in the bathroom, shivers slightly.

"It's freezing in here."

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A pause.

The water slows, and then stops, but there is no reply.

Maybe he just didn’t hear her.

[not_one_drop]

He might not have. Doesn't change the fact that she's about as cold as she's going to get.

"Got a heater?"

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Another, longer pause, and then the click of the handle turning.

Sands’ attention is firmly on the bandage he’s wrapping around his hand as he emerges, but Mal gets a flicker of a glance, eyebrow raised, before he flips the switch on the heater.

It rattles into life. Sands tugs the bandage a little tighter and returns to the bathroom.

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She just shrugs, nods her thanks, follows him.

"You okay?"

[rigthegames]

He’s sat on the edge of the bathtub, fumbling with the end of the bandage.

Without looking up, “Peachy.”

[not_one_drop]

"Yeah."

Crouches, one hand extended.

"Want help?"

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Sharply, “No.”

One final tug, a small hiss of pain, and he tucks the end down and cautiously wiggles his fingers. The movement is awkward, but seemingly painless as his lips twitch into the small smile of a job well done.

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She nods, absently rubbing her shoulder.

"Good."

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He digs a hand into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

“How long-”

Inhale.

“-will it take to heal?”

Exhale, in a thin stream of smoke.

[not_one_drop]

She, in fact, is not breathing.

"Not long. It's more ugly then deep. Two days for fully gone?"

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A nod.

“Okay.”

He closes his eyes.

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She glances over.

"You sure you're okay?"

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Another drag, long and slow.

“What in the hell does it have to do with you?”

That would be a ‘no’ then.

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"I'm in your room. I really don't like seeing you like this."

Shrugs.

"Even when it is my fault. Got a painkiller?"

[rigthegames]

“Perhaps.”

He smirks.